This is a song about "Rippin e"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas/

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Easy e, easier said than done

I told him get his 9 and run

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its the h.o.r.s double e