This is a song about "Speakin"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me

Yea im just speakin truth to all my many fans

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Preachers and teachers, who you think they speakin' to?

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Speakin in third person, i'm a bit of a psychopath.

You speakin bullshit, your grip in life has to end

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Refuse to hear a commentary whenever i'm speakin',

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him