This is a song about "Speech class"

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Sleep/im virus when i write this ominous speech/im dominant

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Instead of being in class

Cause you're most likely to crash

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

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