This is a song about "A"

A boy taken for a goon

I need a little room

They say them colors must be fake

Take a kitkat take a break,

Spit a poem or a diss

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

A store that dosen't get a

You made me wanna

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.