This is a song about "Speakin"

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

You speakin bullshit, your grip in life has to end

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Now u lookin stupid like i was speakin logically

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

You know i be teasing, though

Speakin all your lingo