This is a song about "Rashida reed"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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