This is a song about "An"

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Just an alert of an amber

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

Just take control if you can

Showin of your ass an

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Its an imagination

I’m smoother than alopecia skin