This is a song about "Whatch your language"

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Worse comes when my bandaged language leaves me more caged; snap! i screwed it

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Although our language is original

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

You know i've been told many times that when i rhyme i'm misusing these words,

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much