This is a song about "Speech patterns"

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

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

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

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

I'm imaging the patterns

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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