This is a song about "An"

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

Still the man with the pan

Showin of your ass an

An unofficial relation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

An immortal technique

Me and my peeps often meet

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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