This is a song about "Bad language"

Although our language is original

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Bending language rules and all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

You'll get lost in your thoughts as if i spoke a different language

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

I rap in tongues that need explainin', speak the language faithfully,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Of language will suggest if they're hard and they own the throne,

Top dropped down, black on black

She did things that were bad