This is a song about "Language"

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Trying to give them light and a message

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Understand why so many american's hate a language

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Worse comes when my bandaged language leaves me more caged; snap! i screwed it

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

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

And please excuse my language

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

But please excuse my language

Yeah, we get this cabbage