This is a song about "Special lady"

Special delivery, i got it comin'

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Treat them no special because they're people too

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

So pass the baby oil

I'm after lady boyle

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Between us, i think there's something special

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Is just the beginning to our special evening

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

So much damn potential, but wastes it on saying "i am special"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

So search hard till you find your lady,