This is a song about "An"

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Hey, must be the money

Felling an enemy

An immortal technique

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

And all women who had light features, see

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

An unofficial relation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin