This is a song about "An"

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

We on a world tour, wale your man

The revolution has arrived

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

An unofficial relation

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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