This is a song about "Food delivery"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

His delivery, has the ability to be proudly shown out

Delivery choppy, break em like rocky

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

Im flawless be cautious of your whack delivery

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

My delivery gives you a whiplash injury--

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Delivery and grammar,

My brother out the slammer

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,