This is a song about "Speech patterns"

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

But your speech is not colloquial.

Cause this album pack enough evil

So believe it when you see it my speech is a work of genius

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

The birds i knew flip birds

I'm imaging the patterns

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

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

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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