This is a song about "Lou reed"

And it rules everything around them

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

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

The devil lou, is on my side,

Cause if you run the light

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

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