This is a song about "Figurative language"

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

But please excuse my language

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

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

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Not everything i say is serious, figurative but also literal

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

Vast with the language, better fasten your jackets, im jacking you halfwits

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

I crush metaphors, i'm a literalize very, i'm figurative, i'm metaphysical like

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much