This is a song about "Edwardo gettin roasted"

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

4-3... yea, remember that please

Gettin weak all in my knees

Just to let you know, you are

Days were gettin colder

Gettin buried in a white gown

But i came to get down

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Gettin caught by the cop

Let me see you walk

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck