This is a song about "Cursive"

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

But either way there still is a new burial ground that emerges.

You niggas stuck in the loop like your life was made of cursive,

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As he spits them verses and lines up hearses

Classy verses write my perversions in cursive