This is a song about "Foreign language"

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

You'll get lost in your thoughts as if i spoke a different language

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

I feel they praisin too much

And please excuse my language

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine