This is a song about "E fame"

No i'm not a teacher, won't fail you, give you an e,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

And now we high

So please just go and d-i-e

Everybody wants the fame

Floor seats at that wizards game

An allegory without the e

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Easy e, easier said than done

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

And you cant handle our fame,

They think they bring that pain

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Even ice, i , c , e

We came.. way too far pretty baby