This is a song about "E hus"

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Its the h.o.r.s double e

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

To 2 pac b.i.g, easy e and the beat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Bitch..im shinin brighter than a l e d light

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

An allegory without the e

And niggas flashing crazy