This is a song about "My boy e2"

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy

Who ya got left to congregate deploy activate decoy

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

D boy wanna check me cause of my persona

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Pockets probably like fried food