This is a song about "Came of the e way tickin"

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

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

To make your way back to the place you came from once you're awakenin'

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Its the h.o.r.s double e

Lets come up to my city

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

The 2.0 feelin like when jesus came back, the hulio of rap

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Came from l.a. where they say is the land of the fame

The clock is tickin', this is no time for dissin',

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin