This is a song about "An"

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Redan road, that’s my street

An immortal technique

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues