This is a song about "Special kids"

For sure, you were made special at birth.

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Fallin on the ground thats where u belong ur nothin special

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

Everyday less special people kissing,

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

When i kick rhymes you pick lines to call yo special

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

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

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I've seen better acts from the special olympics/