This is a song about "An"

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Any way you can

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Anorexics an apatite

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat