This is a song about "Parts of speech"

But your speech is not colloquial.

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

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

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

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

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

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

Ain't no fairyou can stay longer

And i wanted all parts of her

Finish line with the tire marks

Both dreams got different parts

Don't worry bout a thang baby

And she wanted no parts of me