This is a song about "Long e"

To 2 pac b.i.g, easy e and the beat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

My choppa strap too long

Look, by the end of this song

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

She moaning and groaning, "a e i o u" no consonants/

My talents for far too long

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

I get slight work like big sean

(and go berserk) all night long

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

This is my day year long