This is a song about "Speech problmes"

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

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Than the muse of a family

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

If i don't get the respect for my speech craft

I just write that right by a mic stand

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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