This is a song about "An"

An unofficial relation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

I'll bust then i'll run an,

What you talking about? lil man

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

You gotta let these shits go, man

I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim