This is a song about "Language arts"

Rapping like im practicing dark arts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

And please excuse my language

My mama smoked so god damn much

Although our language is original

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

And just in time your head is mine

Speak my language i think it's bout time

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much