This is a song about "Callum reed"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

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

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