This is a song about "Rashida reed"

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

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

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

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals