This is a song about "Special need children"

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Treat them no special because they're people too

Where did my time go? i let it fly

You face made blind children cry

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I can handle a murder myself, i do not need a special division

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Very special to me

I'd done stacked many

Special delivery, i got it comin'

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

For sure, you were made special at birth.

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one