This is a song about "Language"

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

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

Know every language, i read your body language

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Although our language is original

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Guess that means you can never be mine

Understand why so many american's hate a language

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

But please excuse my language