This is a song about "Eddie h"

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

When they showed up at your door at christmas

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Lots of these rappers did mothers, didn't they have h. i. v?

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Gonna be up high, no vitamin h

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

H!yeah my friends aren't the best influences, but they provide me the most