This is a song about "Whatch your language"

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

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

But please excuse my language

When my competition ain't much

Understand why so many american's hate a language

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Know every language, i read your body language

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Speak my language i think it's bout time