This is a song about "E mails"

I will never quit 'til the day that i d to the i to the e

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

So please just go and d-i-e

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Cause all i want is you, baby

Its the h.o.r.s double e

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

You need some loud, coke or lean? i can hook you up with some e

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

You see now that nigga lonely

An allegory without the e