This is a song about "Haters no cursing"

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

You was tired of the cursing

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

My last decision weakens as cursing loud in my tomb,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Purgin haters like stalin

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Too good for them haters

The richest place on earth

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

People cursing at me sayin nobody understands my message

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

I was gonna strive, no matter what these haters say.