This is a song about "Ed sheeran"

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

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

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

Sicker than a motherfuckin' schizo up in special ed,

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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