This is a song about "Ed westwick"

Sicker than a motherfuckin' schizo up in special ed,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

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

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

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