This is a song about "Ebonics"

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Tonic. my nigga jhon got me into black girls now all i'm speaking is ebonics.

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips