This is a song about "Good eazy"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

This is no duplicity, this is simply eazy being a mastermind, but i am often

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Phoney all truthless thinks he's eazy ruthless

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

My nigga, no hook

If you think lil wayne's good,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

This is mighty triumph you can hear the celebrations from the choirs in church

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

This information is vital, look

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good