This is a song about "An"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

Call an investigation!

You're uncool like my mother kin

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Seein' dreams in they sleep

An immortal technique

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

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,