This is a song about "Finding the i e"

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

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

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

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Even ice, i , c , e

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

My raps aren't cheesy, i ain't no eazy-e, that's not the shit i create

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy