This is a song about "Reed"

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals