This is a song about "An"

Playboy, i don't own that man

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

She all on my skin

Its an imagination

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Got an independent business mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Anorexics an apatite

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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