This is a song about "Language"

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

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

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

I try not to obey them at anytime

Speak my language i think it's bout time

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

These joints here not found at the mall

Bending language rules and all