This is a song about "E hus"

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

I'm offended that i'm in group e

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

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

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

I'm in love with your business

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Even ice, i , c , e

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

High heel wearer, hell of a body