This is a song about "The a"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

A change in the recipe a new preamble

Is a you intervention

Smoke a dutch before the session

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Refill the stomach of a biter, with the venom of a viper

The devil is a lie

No more will we cry

Got her going down, no teeth

By a gang called the police

If he does my soul to keep

A peanut in the heat

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.