This is a song about "E w8 n"

Even ice, i , c , e

Could i make you my baby

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Take your time when you’re with me baby

An allegory without the e

And niggas flashing crazy

Its the h.o.r.s double e

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

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit