This is a song about "Lif e"

An allegory without the e

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I will never quit 'til the day that i d to the i to the e

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Cause ignorance is bliss

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

A fucken mc drinking a gay tea his name is a k e

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

But now it's more declare

E= eater and mc's beware

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

Don't worry bout a thang baby