This is a song about "Delivering sales"

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

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

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

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

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

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,