This is a song about "An"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

You gotta understand man

Mmg and that's my clique

An immortal technique

Felling an enemy

Hey, must be the money

Anorexics an apatite

Jungle fever for the night

Its an imagination

You're uncool like my mother kin

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Call an investigation!

I’m smoother than alopecia skin