This is a song about "A"

Just a warning not a threat

Lemonhead end up dead

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Is written in our souls, africa

And i doubt that ever change

Like a bird without a cage

She all that i can handle

Your a show without a channel

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

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Baby, you know who you are

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

Crazy talking and foolish

Spit a poem or a diss

I'm a pro your a minor,

The only time i flirt with her