This is a song about "Language"

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Of language will suggest if they're hard and they own the throne,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Worse comes when my bandaged language leaves me more caged; snap! i screwed it

Speak my language i think it's bout time

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

Vast with the language, better fasten your jackets, im jacking you halfwits

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

My mama smoked so god damn much

But please excuse my language

And please excuse my language

So y'all can cope n' touch