This is a song about "Speech in the virginia convention"

The real muscle in the message of that

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

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

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

But your speech is not colloquial.

See these lights got me on another level

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters