This is a song about "Eazy e"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Its the h.o.r.s double e

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

Phoney all truthless thinks he's eazy ruthless

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

No i'm not a teacher, won't fail you, give you an e,

Crazy talking and foolish

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

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

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

An allegory without the e