This is a song about "A"

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

A boy taken for a goon

And her smile lit up the room

Spit a poem or a diss

Pocket racked up all big faces

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

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

Ya'll wife and white knight her

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

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

Acquire more broads then zachary morris

I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.

Just to let you know, you are

Look, she so stingy with vagina

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