This is a song about "An"

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

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

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

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

Killa never let the drama slide

Anorexics an apatite

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit