This is a song about "An"

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Its an imagination

What up girl, tell me how you been

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,