This is a song about "Carl cizzle high dollar eazy e"

-w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

E= eater and mc's beware

Shows to do, got record to sell

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

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

But somehow it made them listen

Sorry battle gone carl won.

A military mind mean money

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Look another day another fucking dollar

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Look it something they can't ever see

I'm offended that i'm in group e