This is a song about "Ed sheehan"

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

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,

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

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

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

She's cute but her forehead's big