This is a song about "The parts of speech"

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

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

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

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

And it rules everything around them

I was the only one she didn't want parts from

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

And other parts of your life have just become obsolete.

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet