This is a song about "Robert e"

You be get up on this fly shit baby

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

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

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

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I will never quit 'til the day that i d to the i to the e

No i'm not a teacher, won't fail you, give you an e,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

I’m way harder than the concrete

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Easy e, easier said than done