This is a song about "Whatch your language"

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Although our language is original

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Cdg shit match my kicks

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

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

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

And please excuse my language

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Vast with the language, better fasten your jackets, im jacking you halfwits