This is a song about "Eazy e the rapper"

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

An allegory without the e

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

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

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

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

I pipe in and one night her

Im the nonstop rapper

The athiest rapper, ak's craziest rapper

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for