This is a song about "An"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

They say nothings ever free

Felling an enemy

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

It ain't where i been

Call an investigation!

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Anorexics an apatite

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

They talk say cool jew na the man

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit