This is a song about "Language"

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Understand why so many american's hate a language

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

And please excuse my language

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

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

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

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

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

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money