This is a song about "An"

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

Its an imagination

Got me rushed to the station

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

An insane lunatic

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

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Just take control if you can

Showin of your ass an

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent