This is a song about "Reed keller"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Miley cyrus, the grammy awards, helen keller, a cucumber?

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

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

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals