This is a song about "An"

Cause they right down the street

An immortal technique

An unofficial relation

Catch you up on places i've been

Anorexics an apatite

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

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

Showin of your ass an

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Its an imagination

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Just an alert of an amber

Got the perfect plan to help me get her