This is a song about "Forgot about dre"

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

We forgot about what really matters and just kill stragglers/

Looking at me and my dre beats

Can barely walk the city streets

Earl, goddammit, i'm still in my damn pajamas

I’m a blonde dre, now gimme kanye’s glasses

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Then forgot about writing when i got my ears pierced

He forgot about his work,just like a jerk

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Oh sorry i totally forgot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop