This is a song about "Ed balls"

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Insane like ed gein, putting dope in the vein, by the bundles.

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Expert with lines, the pen has tension-ed me , best with the rhymes,

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Huh, a metaphor of course

Sittin on bowling balls

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Crossover give ed to d, so that i'll leave ill sucker limping

So take my bat and these base balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

My balls ashton kutcher

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up