This is a song about "Speak out load"

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Impeccable give it my note

That'll make ya blow your load

Then saddle up and just speak

What do i really need

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Half my load, figuring out shit on my own the the dicinchi code,

Can't figure out to speak moderate

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

What we need is for people to speak out against it

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Defeat, your king cant even speak