This is a song about "E sports"

E= eater and mc's beware

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Even ice, i , c , e

So while the world goes drake crazy

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

And i don't rely on no bitches

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see