This is a song about "An"

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I'll bust then i'll run an,

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Bet i'm heavy with that

An insane lunatic

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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