This is a song about "Slang"

What can i say you gunna hate and use racial slang

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

Say the people who slang are probably just a mocking image of wu tang

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

We just talk alot of shit kick ass and use slang

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Couldn't hurt a fly, yet you talk all slang, your rap made up,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

Or music you gon slang to

And i've been thinking bout you

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Little more weed, first class seats

Cockiness don't help with your slang it just makes you insane

Different positions, but she still moaning the same