This is a song about "Robert e"

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

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

E= eater and mc's beware

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

What them tippers don't see

Its the h.o.r.s double e

So please just go and d-i-e

I'll meet you in the sky

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Easy e, easier said than done