This is a song about "I hate cursing"

Your brother's getting older

I hate being sober

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I hate your fucking guts.

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Its the things that i hate

Give me dome, then let me skate

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

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing