This is a song about "Juicy e"

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Now that's six cops found on that ground

It's obvious i'm crazy

Even ice, i , c , e

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

An allegory without the e

It ain't hard to make money

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one