This is a song about "An"

Showin of your ass an

Self made self paid man

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

An immortal technique

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

An insane lunatic

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

Weed i can't pronounce man

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

Fine young man with an old man mind

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

An immoral immortal

And even buy you a bottle