This is a song about "An"

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

An unofficial relation

Or babies they raisin

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Seein' dreams in they sleep

An immortal technique

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Just an alert of an amber