This is a song about "Language"

But please excuse my language

I feel they praisin too much

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Understand why so many american's hate a language

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

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

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

Know every language, i read your body language

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

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

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually