This is a song about "You are special"

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far i had to sell my soul to the devil.

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

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

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Between us, i think there's something special

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

Who do you think you are

She prayed on me passing that bar

See these lights got me on another level

The first time i wrote a clever line it was special

You get close but no cigar

When you know that you are

Hey, must be the money

Very special to me