This is a song about "Speaking about a hor"

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

Speaking gobbledygook in animosity

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

But a crime about a gentlemen, wait no

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Check it, step inside a seminar speaking complete irrelevance

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Speaking in adverbs, sleepily drinking it haphazard

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Wanna make a wish, how about a mop?

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot