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

Money got my fam going back words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Words with no rhyme? we rhyme it anyway..

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The universe is diverse but stuck me with this curse

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

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

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

No more money, no more fame

Well rick james, maury jane