This is a song about "Eazy e the rapper"

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Saying the moo$e got darker, well its an honor

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

Beautiful are thou, africa

If you ain't about money

Its the h.o.r.s double e

The athiest rapper, ak's craziest rapper

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

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