This is a song about "Speech patterns"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

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

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

This is the root of all evil

But your speech is not colloquial.

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

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

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

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

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

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

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