This is a song about "Short e and long e"

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

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

So please just go and d-i-e

And i know that your supply

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

If his bitch insist on getting sick

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

A fucken mc drinking a gay tea his name is a k e

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

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

Now we making up like a bullshit lie