This is a song about "Eazy e"

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

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

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

And if they did, they didn't care

E= eater and mc's beware

Third ward general, young cash money

An allegory without the e

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

-w.a, cube, hey doc, ren yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim