This is a song about "An"

An immortal technique

What do i really need

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Call an investigation!

So fuck the speculation

It's the perfect plan

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Anorexics an apatite

Were running wild tonight

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

You're uncool like my mother kin

An unofficial relation