This is a song about "Language"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

My mama smoked so god damn much

But please excuse my language

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Know every language, i read your body language

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Bending language rules and all

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch