This is a song about "An"

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Hoppin' out a van

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

We on a world tour, wale your man

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Just an alert of an amber

I don’t care where ya are

Showin of your ass an

Wolf gang, wolf gang