This is a song about "Speakin"

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

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Speakin all your lingo

Hope you heard that intro

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You speakin bullshit, your grip in life has to end

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Yea im just speakin truth to all my many fans

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Now u lookin stupid like i was speakin logically