This is a song about "An"

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

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

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

I'll bust then i'll run an,

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

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

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues