This is a song about "Gangs no bad language"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

My garage full of cars that bounce

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

"is it cause he's bad" no

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

The fourth one, i like to kick around

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

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