This is a song about "An"

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Felling an enemy

Fuck that now trying get the money

And then along came the wrong man for her

Just an alert of an amber

Anorexics an apatite

And you're, approaching me right

Showin of your ass an

Playboy, i don't own that man