This is a song about "A special someone"

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

You aint got permission to dodge this collusion, beat you again call it a special

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Someone reach a hand i'm paralised with fear

I can handle a murder myself, i do not need a special division

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

My boys bail me out cause they got a special bond with me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Trying to give them light and a message

Look man, thats a bite mark, someone took a munch

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Is someone who can take a mess

Someone once told me that a picture speaks a thousand words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts