This is a song about "An"

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Felling an enemy

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I got something you've been waiting for

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

And everything is purple

An immoral immortal

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots