This is a song about "Delivering sales and loving customers"

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

It's out to see like a mariner, get back into character, grab another blank page

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

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

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.