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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

And ask me how was my night

Ya that's right carl returned to fight

U got all them drums in there

E= eater and mc's beware

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Making dollar bills out of music

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

I just light up and focus

Where god at? i need to call him

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim