This is a song about "Eric cartman"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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