This is a song about "Part of speech"

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Disperse a verse of satan's speech, nah, even worse,

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

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

I must say, you broke every law of speech up in that one.

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

To this part of the narrative

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

Never tame to any part of the body/

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee