This is a song about "An"

Call an investigation!

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Its an imagination

Or babies they raisin

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Just an alert of an amber

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap