This is a song about "Callum reed"

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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