This is a song about "An"

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Got me rushed to the station

An unofficial relation

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

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

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

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Its an imagination

Times in this crime land, my thug nation