This is a song about "Speaking whats right"

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Time for me to stand up for whats right

Rejuvenating, as diplomatic, hypocrit, meticulous, speaking,

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Look at me when i'm speaking to you, i'm right here

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Whats wrong is right, they have no doubts

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Ive been in points in my life, where i dont whats right,

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

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