This is a song about "An"

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Saying they this and that

An insane lunatic

An unofficial relation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Just an alert of an amber

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

An immortal technique

From the back seat, back seat