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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

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

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

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

Your words no longer increase

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I'm writing this letter with words

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

It was just the four of us uptown corners