This is a song about "Language"

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Westside, bitch i run mine

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Although our language is original

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

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

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

Know every language, i read your body language

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

As i'm watching the snow fall

Bending language rules and all