This is a song about "An"

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

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

Got me rushed to the station

Its an imagination

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Just an alert of an amber

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Redan road, that’s my street

An immortal technique

Anorexics an apatite

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

I came up hungry

Felling an enemy

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Pay my haters not too much mind