This is a song about "Curse verse"

Restrained in endless lessons, where time is not a curse

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

But after you've clung to it, you realize its a fucking curse

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Together all the timethought it was true love

Remembering the times before the normalness happened, life was a curse

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Curse this verse its taking a toll for you soul, complete control

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I have no bight, or curse in any verse i keep it clean an lean, try to mean

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Making human so perverse as if it's a spell or a curse