This is a song about "Special fried rice"

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

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

Everyday less special people kissing,

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Special delivery, i got it comin'

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I can smell it when i go outside

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

And just when you thought you were so damn special/

With such an ugly picture in it and

You fried under that heated lamp,

The dream team is very special

As i light one for ill will