This is a song about "Residue reed"

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals