This is a song about "Haters no cursing"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I don't like you touching my things that's why i'm cursing and swearing

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

You was tired of the cursing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Penncounting pennys over tha years

I got a lot of haters.

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Well i live for the haters

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom