This is a song about "Package"

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Polo draws to package up my package while i'm packin in this passage

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

Lv on my luggage

I sent you a package

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

Licking picking and ticking the package,

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch