This is a song about "You can t hear me speak"

And my kick game beyond crazy

I clear my throat so they can hear me

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up

You make it worse every time you speak to me,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

No one can hear me yelp, hear me hating on myself

And i don't run counters no more

You can hear me now or

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy