This is a song about "An"

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

And get on down with this thc vision

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

An unofficial relation

An immoral immortal

She grabs the yellow bottle

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind