This is a song about "An"

You're uncool like my mother kin

Its an imagination

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

You gotta let these shits go, man

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news