This is a song about "Deliver"

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But im the clear winner, whats left to deliver

So the man in the mirror, better stand and deliver

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

With no delay i always deliver

Tv dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

In the next few bars i will deliver like a ups man who just got hired

Nah i don't cuss, i can anyways deliver a punch

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

That damier bag i bought her

These punchlines deliver

You cant deliver one verse,

Adabo to my haters