This is a song about "Stages of language acquisition"

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

I've been spitting rages quite ill with mic skills and ripping stages,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Speak my language i think it's bout time

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

You can see that my city found me then put me on stages

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Different stages, criticizing for different changes

I'll take mics of stages and rock it off its hinges,

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone