This is a song about "Speak to me"

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

A time for a prophet to rise and speak

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

The father of me/ i had to speak if i wanted to be free/ i was ten

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

You make it worse every time you speak to me,

In the midst of a fire pit

Can't figure out to speak moderate

Why did you leave me, speak when you need me/

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Don't even try to speak to me kid, cause i'm a blank wall

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

My tires align with the play, but the times out

You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about