This is a song about "Speech"

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

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

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

So today i'll teach you how to write a speech when you spit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

I must say, you broke every law of speech up in that one.