This is a song about "Sign language"

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

If she could just show me a sign

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

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

Although our language is original

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

But please excuse my language

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

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

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

I re-sign that bullet with your name with a peace sign

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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