This is a song about "Language"

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

I created this image

And please excuse my language

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Speak my language i think it's bout time

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I rap in tongues that need explainin', speak the language faithfully,