This is a song about "Speech patterns"

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

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

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

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I'm imaging the patterns

Take your time when you’re with me baby

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Anchored to expected patterns

Let's enjoy our younger years