This is a song about "An"

Anorexics an apatite

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Showin of your ass an

Wolf gang, wolf gang

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Playboy, i don't own that man

She crazy, that stalker shit

An insane lunatic