This is a song about "You are special"

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Victim with a pencil, on a special level a rebel you a pebble so gentle

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

You aint got permission to dodge this collusion, beat you again call it a special

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

You bet i bring a pencil, cuz my lyrics are so special,

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Who do you think you are

I guzzle up at the bar

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

About disaster in the world and

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Im a special vessel