This is a song about "Parts of speech"

Shit, i'm much more than a good speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

So believe it when you see it my speech is a work of genius

The way a nigga see it you little niggas is curious

As i light one for ill will

But your speech is not colloquial.

And she wanted no parts of me

Fuck fame, fuck money

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

When you spitting on the beat imagine your #writing a #speech

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Finish line with the tire marks

Both dreams got different parts

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

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat