This is a song about "An"

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

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

And that i spent the night with her

Just an alert of an amber

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one