This is a song about "Foreign language"

Westside, bitch i run mine

Speak my language i think it's bout time

But please excuse my language

My mama smoked so god damn much

Bending language rules and all

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

And please excuse my language

So y'all can cope n' touch