This is a song about "An"

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Showin of your ass an

Self made self paid man

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

An unofficial relation

Got me rushed to the station

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

It's been a hell of a journey for me man