This is a song about "Language"

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

Vast with the language, better fasten your jackets, im jacking you halfwits

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

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

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Westside, bitch i run mine

Although our language is original

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,