This is a song about "A better e"

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

No i'm not a teacher, won't fail you, give you an e,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Not just gassing up on e stuck at a truck stop bitch,i don't do this for profit

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Better aim than a shooter,

Killing them with a.b.c's, #ask #him aint' a #accident, no need for an a&e.

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

She moaning and groaning, "a e i o u" no consonants/