This is a song about "Whatch your language"

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

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits

Yeah, we get this cabbage

But please excuse my language

Fell asleep in first class

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey