This is a song about "Robert e"

An allegory without the e

It ain't hard to make money

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see