This is a song about "A"

It's real dog, i live in the fire

I'm a pro your a minor,

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Like a bird without a cage

You promise that's change

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Spit a poem or a diss

Take a kitkat take a break,

All dem niggas gonna hate

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for