This is a song about "Whatch your language"

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

But please excuse my language

I feel they praisin too much

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Bring the battering ram where you live

Know you want me to fall

Bending language rules and all

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

It’s not a game, hold your dame

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

You see i gotta go to war

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Of your image, your touch, your laugh