This is a song about "Speech class"

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

Why did i take this class/

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

With speech impediments and i bet he'll still wreak intelligence

Thick lips and a sick class

Baby got that super bass

Oh look obama's half-black, let's trust him making his speech,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

I ain't one to preach a speech calling for peace

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Your beautiful during class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I can get straight to the cash

Fell asleep in first class