This is a song about "An"

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Just an alert of an amber

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Or babies they raisin

Call an investigation!

Felling an enemy

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