This is a song about "Language"

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Speak my language i think it's bout time

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Although our language is original

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Ha see, another language joke, did you get it?

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Understand why so many american's hate a language