This is a song about "Eazy e s death"

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Easy e, easier said than done

I'm offended that i'm in group e

Third ward general, young cash money

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

Took my heart away from money

An allegory without the e

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

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk