This is a song about "Special kids"

Fallin on the ground thats where u belong ur nothin special

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

Between us, i think there's something special

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

We all wanna make something special during our existence,everybody got

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I've seen better acts from the special olympics/

Summertime in the city

Very special to me

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

When you find them it's something special and very rare