This is a song about "An"

Fuck fame, fuck money

Felling an enemy

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

I'll bust then i'll run an,

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

It ain't where i been

Call an investigation!