This is a song about "An"

I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

What up girl, tell me how you been

Its an imagination

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

Just an alert of an amber

Poke out from behind her

An immoral immortal

I lose my mind for divine oral

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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