This is a song about "An"

An insane lunatic

Man fuck this shit

Whether you wrong or you right

Anorexics an apatite

Its an imagination

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Showin of your ass an

They take a loss man

Just an alert of an amber

You know...you know who you are

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat