This is a song about "Speaking"

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

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

Speaking your name with every lap finished

Money is most of y'all interest

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

Speaking queens i kind of what my own so when retreating

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

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Wait till my flow get's like an italiano speaking

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I dont even know what ya speaking its mystique.

If you don't know, maybach is the clique