This is a song about "Special lady"

And just when you thought you were so damn special/

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Im a special vessel

I'm mental, it's instrumental

But mama, why am i so special?

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

But now all i scream is how he is such a lady

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Everyday less special people kissing,

Special delivery, i got it comin'

My talent should take me places i've never been

I'm after lady boyle

So pass the baby oil

Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special

So pretentious with no potential