This is a song about "Jasmine reed"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

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

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly