This is a song about "The package"

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I'm a son of gun

The bigger the the fun

Man but this ain't no sign language

I sent you a package

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Polo draws to package up my package while i'm packin in this passage