This is a song about "E"

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

An allegory without the e

Where you belong with your family

I wonder why, i sit and cry

So please just go and d-i-e

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

I'm offended that i'm in group e

Let me rideuntil i get free