This is a song about "Virginia convention speech"

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

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

So believe it when you see it my speech is a work of genius

So today i'll teach you how to write a speech when you spit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

It's obvious to see that i bend topics and speech like it's a hobby to me

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

But your speech is not colloquial.