This is a song about "E"

Dc, man over money

Its the h.o.r.s double e

They tryin to say that i don't care

E= eater and mc's beware

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I will never quit 'til the day that i d to the i to the e

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

An allegory without the e

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

They say i talk like im god body

Even ice, i , c , e