This is a song about "Sign language"

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

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

Know every language, i read your body language

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Although our language is original

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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