This is a song about "Ed sheeran shape of you"

Sicker than a motherfuckin' schizo up in special ed,

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

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

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Once the fumes and hues have dissipated, get situated as it takes shape

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Itself in every form and shape and way,

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day