This is a song about "Speaking about a hor"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Welcome aboard, it's the pilot speaking

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Speaking in adverbs, sleepily drinking it haphazard

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

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

Your about to witness a massacre

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

But we speaking to heathens and all these even stevens who don't need a reason

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Cops give a damn about a negro