This is a song about "Ed sheeran"

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

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck