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

Money got my fam going back words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

In other words i'm getting money

The birds i knew flip birds

No grief into these words

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Started playing with words, like i was payin' the curse.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Anything to please us. comin up with words out of no where got some hair

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I scream curse words louder than your main bitch, when i ate her pussy out

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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