This is a song about "Language"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

And please excuse my language

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

Understand why so many american's hate a language

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Ha see, another language joke, did you get it?

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

Evil minions come to torture virgins, take your voice as you wander 'lost for words',

But please excuse my language

Trying to give them light and a message

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