This is a song about "Language"

I feel they praisin too much

And please excuse my language

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

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

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

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

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Although our language is original

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

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

Know every language, i read your body language

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine