This is a song about "An"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

My talent should take me places i've never been

They say nothings ever free

Felling an enemy

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Just an alert of an amber

And there's little to be glad for

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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