This is a song about "Eazy e the rapper"

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

Must be something you want me to see

Of impactful things one can ask for

Yeah i might be the worst rapper

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

An allegory without the e

A military mind mean money

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Only out a year, now facing life

He the best rapper alive

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

To liberate yourselves, africa