This is a song about "Callum reed"

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me