This is a song about "An"

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

You're uncool like my mother kin

Call an investigation!

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

An immortal technique

If he does my soul to keep

Its an imagination

Times in this crime land, my thug nation