This is a song about "Delivery boy"

I gingerly bring my delivery/

I just want somebody i can see

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Delivery and grammar,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

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

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy