This is a song about "Being cursed"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

Or if my verses are cursed, never heard/

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Now my familys like a cursed bunch,

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Now i'm cursed, you urchins lurk, i put in work,

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Ha bitch, now you're cursed, slit her throat, swallow words,

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

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Sometimes i feel like it's you i cursed