This is a song about "Sscott s speech"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Sleep/im virus when i write this ominous speech/im dominant

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

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

When you spitting on the beat imagine your #writing a #speech

Disperse a verse of satan's speech, nah, even worse,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',