This is a song about "Rippin e"

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Simply wanna kick back, rippin on a sick track

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Im rippin the game you have your pants at your heels

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats