This is a song about "Ed"

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

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

So if i do call it's just a check

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

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

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