This is a song about "E mails"

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

A fucken mc drinking a gay tea his name is a k e

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

So please just go and d-i-e

Three j's took me this high

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

I like big butts and i cannot lie

They tryin to say that i don't care

E= eater and mc's beware

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

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

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

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die