This is a song about "An"

You're uncool like my mother kin

Call an investigation!

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Just an alert of an amber

An immortal technique

Cause talk is cheap

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent