This is a song about "An"

What up girl, tell me how you been

Its an imagination

Felling an enemy

Looking at your money

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Call an investigation!

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

I was on my sway shit

An insane lunatic

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

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record