This is a song about "Being cursed"

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Bomb first what's your worst think you're a cursed bitch in a verse

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

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

I guess i'm cursed and blessed so

Like curses on the radio

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Now holdin won't budge, don't judge cause i'm cursed

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Or if my verses are cursed, never heard/

Nah it's getting worse, your cursed in this crazed state

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her