This is a song about "Speaking out"

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Oh my apologies i was just speaking sarcastically

From the womb, my newborn child

Keep me from speaking my mind

Breathing heavily as if she's speaking her elegy

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Decided "go big" and try speaking with eloquence

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I was born to do great things, i aint just speaking chatter