This is a song about "A"

Just a warning not a threat

I respect that you don't know yet

Spit a poem or a diss

My hopes and all my wishes

This bag is from seattle

Your a show without a channel

You're a disaster a sham,

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

What a bummer, what a drag

But i muscle rap

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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