This is a song about "Delivering balloons to spacemen"

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

To skate to my full potential-

Never wrong at any level

Distilling ether and delivering it to each of you quivering rappers,

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters

Your photo is delivering a massive message it says that you can't even rap in the rap battles

That's why in every line i just clever rhyme and every time i fit in syllables,

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

To get to hold your hand

Like i'm a preacher delivering a sermon at church,

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

In this cold world, it's all about collection

To understand is to pay attention

I call em up, they might fall through

Trying to get to you