This is a song about "Speaking whats right"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

Mind fuck you and leave you speechless due to what i'm speaking

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Speaking your name with every lap finished

Speaking in adverbs, sleepily drinking it haphazard

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

And get caught, in the moment

Your heart is speaking out and

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Breathing heavily as if she's speaking her elegy

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Whats wrong is right, they have no doubts

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes