This is a song about "Bad e"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

I just want to be on my w-double e-d,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I will never quit 'til the day that i d to the i to the e

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

She know i got the force like a j e d i

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm offended that i'm in group e

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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