This is a song about "R b and rap no curse words"

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Leaving you with problems like sewage, could be a blessing and a damn curse/

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Rap is music with real substance b

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

No dipping wrapping up evil first, real spitta is it a gift or a curse

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Move around and spread the curse.

Now you got a masters