This is a song about "E kot"

My lady, my baby

Even ice, i , c , e

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

These haters hope i hurry up and die

She know i got the force like a j e d i

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Easy e, easier said than done