This is a song about "Rashida reed"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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