This is a song about "An"

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

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Showin of your ass an

Just an alert of an amber

My records sell, yes sir

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Felling an enemy

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat