This is a song about "Public speaking"

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Rejuvenating, as diplomatic, hypocrit, meticulous, speaking,

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

But somehow it made them listen

Fuck the money and public opinion

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

No known public invasions discriminations impatient

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Welcome aboard, it's the pilot speaking

I dont care if this is private or public

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

That's what a public offense is

Pocket racked up all big faces