This is a song about "Residue reed"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see