This is a song about "An 94"

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

An insane lunatic

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Call an investigation!

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

She's calling me an embarrassment

She looks like a model

An immoral immortal