This is a song about "A"

And what about the rappers

With a ba and a masters

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Your a show without a channel

She all that i can handle

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen

Hard to move on when you always regret one

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon