This is a song about "Whatch your language"

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Speak my language i think it's bout time

I shine, you shine, so we shine