This is a song about "Language"

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

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Although our language is original

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

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

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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