This is a song about "Eric cartman"

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

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

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before