This is a song about "Gangs no bad language"

The jiggas and the tips

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

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

Know every language, i read your body language

Trying to give them light and a message

And please excuse my language

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Bending language rules and all

By the phone, no call

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,