This is a song about "An"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Its an imagination

What up girl, tell me how you been

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Live my life through some film, man

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

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

Showin of your ass an

Like fuck it man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat