This is a song about "Loneliness no cursing"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

No no no guarantees

And i ain't got what it takes

No hesitations no waits

With you the cursing never ends

We can never be friends

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

He started cursing everyone, people he don't know both young and old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I see the pain and loneliness

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Lets change the topic or i will be cursing

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win