This is a song about "Speech"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

My speech is never slurred, failure hurts, but never be deterred, we live in a world

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

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

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

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

Now this ain't a fuckin' speech, but this is immortal knowledge,

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Young thing said she never been to south beach

Shit, i'm much more than a good speech