This is a song about "Language"

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

But please excuse my language

So y'all can cope n' touch

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

Know every language, i read your body language

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Guess that means you can never be mine