This is a song about "An"

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Got me rushed to the station

An unofficial relation

I'mma let you hang chick

An insane lunatic

But i just wanna make love to your mind

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

That's how we make it right

Anorexics an apatite

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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