This is a song about "Speech impedements"

See i got freedom of speech but i’m still being restricted,

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

Young thing said she never been to south beach

Hey, must be the money

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Disperse a verse of satan's speech, nah, even worse,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

If i don't get the respect for my speech craft

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Now this ain't a fuckin' speech, but this is immortal knowledge,

Cause this album pack enough evil

But your speech is not colloquial.