This is a song about "Money with no curse words"

I spit these words to try and reverse the curse of our universe

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'm writing this letter with words

That try to chase these skirts

Im courtside, wizard game

No more money, no more fame

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

With no money to spend, movin out, im moving away, but when i come back

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

I wil make you suffer with my laughing curse...

When they twist and talk with they fingers

No time for a break , good times memorys filled with laughter , its money sought

Cause a riot, throw a molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost

Can barely walk the city streets

Your words no longer increase