This is a song about "Finding the i e"

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

I just want to be on my w-double e-d,

An allegory without the e

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Im washin off another plate

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

She moaning and groaning, "a e i o u" no consonants/

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

It's no longer a new jack city