This is a song about "Spoke"

Spoke softly coughing but couldn't believe what he sees at his bed's tip

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Stuff fake hair down the hole that you spoke,

Been running around trying find a job

Bow down the rap god has spoke, the real harmonic praised lyrics/

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

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

You'll get lost in your thoughts as if i spoke a different language

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

And just watch you choke, i laughed and spoke,

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

Well she left him never spoke, not even a reply to his facebook poke,

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

But he never spoke up, so they could make it last