This is a song about "Language"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Understand why so many american's hate a language

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Know every language, i read your body language

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Although our language is original

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

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

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