This is a song about "Speak to me"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

You make it worse every time you speak to me,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Or a mike to speak with the masses

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about

So only speak when spoken to,

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Where i can express my emotions without needing to speak

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,

If you speak about me, i'll know when you lie to me, i'll know when you snitch

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

And now its time for me to speak a antique, before i was weak,