This is a song about "Language"

So y'all can cope n' touch

But please excuse my language

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Understand why so many american's hate a language

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

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

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

Know every language, i read your body language

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language