This is a song about "Language"

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

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

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

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

But please excuse my language

Yeah, we get this cabbage

And please excuse my language

So y'all can cope n' touch

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Understand why so many american's hate a language