This is a song about "Special ops"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Im a special vessel

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Treat them no special because they're people too

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Fallin on the ground thats where u belong ur nothin special

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

When i kick rhymes you pick lines to call yo special

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And just when you thought you were so damn special/

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Is just the beginning to our special evening