This is a song about "Delivery boy"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My delivery gives you a whiplash injury--

I'm planting c4 in the back of a delivery van

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Special delivery, i got it comin'

And i roam with the heart of a violin

Im flawless be cautious of your whack delivery

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see