This is a song about "The package"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Carve the incision, your mission to deliver the package containing lithium.

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

I sent you a package

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Licking picking and ticking the package,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,