This is a song about "Gangs no bad language"

I put these poems all in these songs

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

Know every language, i read your body language

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

But please excuse my language

When my competition ain't much

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Speak my language i think it's bout time