This is a song about "Lou reed"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Mary lou could wear a black hood too, but she's golden

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

The devil lou, is on my side,

Reach for the door, get your access denied

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

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