This is a song about "Anna camp"

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

They want me to concentrate in a camp

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Just hustling you understand

I made a song at camp

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Babbling with no manners, singin' like anna, when she first sang to her sister

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight