This is a song about "Fuck e"

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

So please just go and d-i-e

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

She know i got the force like a j e d i

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

An allegory without the e