This is a song about "E 40"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

An allegory without the e

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

A man around 40, he answers the door,