This is a song about "Speech patterns"

First class hoes, we on south beach

Shit, i'm much more than a good speech

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

Young thing said she never been to south beach

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

I ain't one to preach a speech calling for peace

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Shit with our whole family