This is a song about "Glory speech"

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

But i think i like that, just maybe

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Oh look obama's half-black, let's trust him making his speech,

It's been three years since we went and fell from glory,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

It's been three years since we went and fell from glory,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Shit, i'm much more than a good speech

Young thing said she never been to south beach

I want all the glory

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech