This is a song about "An"

Showin of your ass an

Hoppin' out a van

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

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

An immortal technique

Last of a dying breed

I said i'm hurting her

Just an alert of an amber

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit