This is a song about "An"

I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Its an imagination

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Yeah, the kid in this thang

I'll bust then i'll run an,

An immoral immortal

And everything is purple