This is a song about "An"

Its an imagination

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

I'll bust then i'll run an,

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Call an investigation!

Catch you up on places i've been