This is a song about "An"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Catch you up on places i've been

Its an imagination

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Ok just listen up a little

An immoral immortal

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

So all the hustling for nothing man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an