This is a song about "Ed westwick"

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Sicker than a motherfuckin' schizo up in special ed,

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Super magic, abracadabra kid

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