This is a song about "Language"

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

But please excuse my language

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Speak my language i think it's bout time

I created this image

And please excuse my language

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

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

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