This is a song about "An"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

Just an alert of an amber

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Wolf gang, wolf gang

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Showin of your ass an

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Couple grand when i rock the night

Anorexics an apatite

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie