This is a song about "Eaze e"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I'm offended that i'm in group e

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

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