This is a song about "Ed sheehan"

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

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,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Sicker than a motherfuckin' schizo up in special ed,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

This is like love, that you can never get

I just want to be on my w-double e-d,

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

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

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