This is a song about "Ed sheeran"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

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

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

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

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet