This is a song about "An"

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Showin of your ass an

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Just an alert of an amber

How the fuck a deal matter

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,