This is a song about "Residue reed"

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

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

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

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead