This is a song about "My special one"

And just when you thought you were so damn special/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

But mama, why am i so special?

As i light one for ill will

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Wake up and sniff a line of kat i've had my special k,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Early in the development "special" list,my flows are pestilent known to leave

You bet i bring a pencil, cuz my lyrics are so special,

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

My boys bail me out cause they got a special bond with me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see