This is a song about "Package design"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Licking picking and ticking the package,

I sent you a package

Cause you've done such

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

My design so devine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Was mine and my design,

Huh, got to get better with time

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

Guess that means you can never be mine

By design, and im on the incline

Nigga watch how i wine and design you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through