This is a song about "Tupac eazy e hiv ice cube carl money"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

N.w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

An allegory without the e

To click respond to your master carl

Just to let you know, you are

-w.a, cube, hey doc, ren yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him