This is a song about "Ebonics"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

They probably from the suburbs, can't speak ebonics,

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Smoked with those who spoke ebonics, bone hits, don't go chokin on it

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

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

Then you'll see how it connects, one time i spoke ebonics,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

They would spit and clap ya, but speak fake ebonics,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks