This is a song about "An"

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Anorexics an apatite

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Well goddamn, now i be the man

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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