This is a song about "Speech pattern"

First class hoes, we on south beach

Shit, i'm much more than a good speech

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

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

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

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

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Back of his head they roll, pattern like that of a dice

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Dont look at this as a preech .. look at it as a speech/

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

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