This is a song about "The best rap e"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I’m the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Man saturday mornings was the best

See i can only love you when you undressed

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Yeah, the kid in this thang

I rap the best i can

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

An allegory without the e