This is a song about "Special lady"

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

To them it's just a story

Very special to me

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

I swear they think i'm crazy

Get high on the white lady

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Special delivery, i got it comin'

The lady loves her will.

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Is just the beginning to our special evening