This is a song about "Ed howlett"

We're sicker than a student who's piling in special ed,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Can't you see i'm undefeat-ed,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Uneven-ed floors, like joeys cornelius flow might be psycho though, you trifling

Start to laugh when i'm picturin anto sittin in special ed

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears