This is a song about "Speakin"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Yea im just speakin truth to all my many fans

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

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

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Now u lookin stupid like i was speakin logically

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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