This is a song about "Am i cursed or blessed"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Or am i just slowly blinking what was i thinking

I think i need a exorcist, cause i sometimes feel cursed/

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Half your body laying on my chest

Turned out i was never, ever blessed

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

So everyday i run around sayin' dat i'm cursed

For real, i feel so blessed

Is what i quest

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Am i dumb or am i smart? from an angle, i'm glad i lost.

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed