This is a song about "Figurative language"

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And please excuse my language

My mama smoked so god damn much

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Bending language rules and all

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Know every language, i read your body language

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Speak my language i think it's bout time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime