This is a song about "Latin"

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Lyrics sound like a spasm, like i'm speaking latin,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,