This is a song about "The parts of speech"

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

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

And she wanted no parts of me

Bait baby, wait baby

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

All on the furniture with no regards

Of atomic particles split into two parts