This is a song about "E 40"

An allegory without the e

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So please just go and d-i-e

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Easy e, easier said than done

They say that karats help your vision

I'm offended that i'm in group e

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

But you hate them navel kisses

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

40 with a million clip