This is a song about "Bad language"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Know every language, i read your body language

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Although our language is original

No car key and i mean that

Why you treat them so bad