This is a song about "Delivery man"

Im that man, ima the man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Delivery and grammar,

While i had to master my flow and delivery stability

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My delivery gives you a whiplash injury--

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Bitch i get so much paper it's like a delivery

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

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

//just some random freestyle shit that i might record to better my delivery

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery