This is a song about "Delivery"

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

I got the ball, and this delivery is the realest thing they ever saw

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Crazy flows, delivery, and rhymes, they'll play me though,

Man your lyrics are so stale, your delivery is frail,

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I didn't even go hard on my delivery

His delivery, has the ability to be proudly shown out

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about