This is a song about "An"

An immoral immortal

Ok just listen up a little

Just an alert of an amber

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Call an investigation!

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Just take control if you can

Get it back and shit

An insane lunatic

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

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

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots