This is a song about "Whatch your language"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

On behalf of the better half

Know every language, i read your body language

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

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I need a backyard full court size

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Ha see, another language joke, did you get it?

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Although our language is original