This is a song about "Eazt e"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

No i'm not a teacher, won't fail you, give you an e,

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Bait baby, wait baby

Even ice, i , c , e

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

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