This is a song about "Anna cornwell"

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

I’m not from alabama

I'm the one killed anna nicole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

So eventually, i kept to myself like elsa, while anna sang to, her sister

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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