This is a song about "An"

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Drop top on this thang

I'll bust then i'll run an,

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

Just an alert of an amber

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Me and my microphone could be one