This is a song about "E hammond"

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

She moaning and groaning, "a e i o u" no consonants/

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I'm offended that i'm in group e

But make sure if they do see

Fuck that now trying get the money

Its the h.o.r.s double e