This is a song about "Language"

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

Know every language, i read your body language

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Mirror mirror on the wall

Bending language rules and all

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

You know i've been told many times that when i rhyme i'm misusing these words,

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