This is a song about "An"

Ok just listen up a little

An immoral immortal

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Told ya i’m focused man

Anorexics an apatite

You hang out where the pimps collide

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Call an investigation!

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

I pray the lord my guns to keep

An immortal technique