This is a song about "Ed howlett"

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Sicker than a motherfuckin' schizo up in special ed,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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