This is a song about "Whatch your language"

See dog? rap is my aim

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

So i went down south but i ended up north

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

You'll get lost in your thoughts as if i spoke a different language

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Bending language rules and all

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And please excuse my language

So y'all can cope n' touch