This is a song about "Whatch your language"

Leave your running to your mamma,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

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

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

Your body's right as rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Stack in his hand trynna make that last