This is a song about "An"

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Call an investigation!

An immortal technique

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

An immoral immortal

She looks like a model