This is a song about "E 40"

A man around 40, he answers the door,

Not relying on the light no more

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

E= eater and mc's beware

Even ice, i , c , e

C’mon and let’s chill baby

I’m a hustla, baby

Its the h.o.r.s double e

Got tired of running from the police

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

They gotta point em out baby

I'm offended that i'm in group e