This is a song about "Bia e bog"

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

An allegory without the e

I delete they history

It ain't hard to make money

Its the h.o.r.s double e

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

A fucken mc drinking a gay tea his name is a k e