This is a song about "An"

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

Its an imagination

It ain't where i been

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Anorexics an apatite

Showin of your ass an

Playboy, i don't own that man

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him