This is a song about "Eazy e"

And its simple as that baby

I'm offended that i'm in group e

So while the world goes drake crazy

An allegory without the e

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

So please just go and d-i-e

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

This is no duplicity, this is simply eazy being a mastermind, but i am often

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

Proves that ignorance is bliss