This is a song about "An"

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

Its an imagination

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Anorexics an apatite

I plead with em, the system ain't right

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

An insane lunatic

The drug that they brain need

An immortal technique

An unofficial relation

Catch you up on places i've been

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit