This is a song about "Eric brorstrom"

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

Eric heiden skating toe game playing chess while he lappin

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson