This is a song about "Latin"

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

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

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes