This is a song about "Language"

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

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

But please excuse my language

So y'all can cope n' touch

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Although our language is original

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

My mama smoked so god damn much

And please excuse my language

Bending language rules and all

Just as you rose you will fall

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone