This is a song about "An"

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

They say that karats help your vision

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion

Felling an enemy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Just an alert of an amber

Then the stars don't even matter

Small, but you talkin' big

An insane lunatic