This is a song about "Language"

My mama smoked so god damn much

But please excuse my language

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

Know every language, i read your body language

Although our language is original

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

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

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

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I rap in tongues that need explainin', speak the language faithfully,

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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