This is a song about "Figurative language"

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

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

Worse comes when my bandaged language leaves me more caged; snap! i screwed it

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Know every language, i read your body language

Promise me you won't step out of line

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Although our language is original

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Not everything i say is serious, figurative but also literal

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.