This is a song about "Speaking about a hor"

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Speaking in adverbs, sleepily drinking it haphazard

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Check it, step inside a seminar speaking complete irrelevance

Always a volcano about to erupt

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Motherfucker i'm spitting, its a whole new way of speaking.

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Breathing heavily as if she's speaking her elegy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Speaking of chest,i got a knive that could breach in your vest right after your preaching your best

Lyrics sound like a spasm, like i'm speaking latin,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

A pasttime hobby about to be

They say i talk like im god body