This is a song about "Hood eazy e"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But now your under a hood

An allegory without the e

And niggas flashing crazy

She got that good good

From hollywood to the hood

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Its the h.o.r.s double e

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them