This is a song about "Mailman"

I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

To be the first guy ever

But that's what he liked her

Too stoned to kill a bird/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That's my old days role plays

Lookin' for these better days

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Now go figure, he's the bad guy,

Venereal, malaria disease carrier

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

You can be the test taker, i'm the test

Hopin hes the right guy

And i know that your supply