This is a song about "Good eazy"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But i guess its all good

Phoney all truthless thinks he's eazy ruthless

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Where god at? i need to call him

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

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

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