This is a song about "Stress in language"

And please excuse my language

My mama smoked so god damn much

So the stress aches,all across my breast plate,but im in the best place you could want to be

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Express stress expect less

Know every language, i read your body language

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

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

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

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