This is a song about "A"

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

A boy taken for a goon

J. cole's her ghost writer

I'm a pro your a minor,

Spit a poem or a diss

I sit and reminisce

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

That’s only if they handle

Your a show without a channel

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

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Take a kitkat take a break,