This is a song about "E"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

But we should be body to body

An allegory without the e

Even ice, i , c , e

All i want is you baby

Fuck fame, fuck money

Its the h.o.r.s double e

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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