This is a song about "Virginia convention speech"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

If i don't get the respect for my speech craft

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

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

Where you belong with your family

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Give a speech so we're on the same page

Magic city a lil bit of change