This is a song about "Sign language"

When my competition ain't much

And please excuse my language

I sign lines, after night time

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Know every language, i read your body language

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Looking up, waiting for the right sign

So let's have a toast, everything fine