This is a song about "He is an a"

Ain't a gimmick, man i live it, my style is an image,

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

You fool this is a battle,fuck youre writing an essay?

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

"he was a good kid, it really is a shame."

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

But my shit is like an melody,like a strategy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

But now all i scream is how he is such a lady

He is a winner a pure ass kicker

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her