This is a song about "An"

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Its an imagination

Go where you ain't been

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

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

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored