This is a song about "An"

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

I gotta question for you man

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Felling an enemy

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Anorexics an apatite

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

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 unofficial relation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,