This is a song about "Robbi e"

And niggas flashing crazy

Even ice, i , c , e

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

She know i got the force like a j e d i

You need some loud, coke or lean? i can hook you up with some e

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

E= eater and mc's beware

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care