This is a song about "E mails"

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Walk that body, talk that body

An allegory without the e

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Hear the rambling in the sky

So please just go and d-i-e

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

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

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride