This is a song about "An"

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Anorexics an apatite

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Or babies they raisin

An unofficial relation

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

Just an alert of an amber

See, i like the person that you are

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin