This is a song about "Blacked out keep dreaming think i got a curse"

I'm scared that i won't stop dreaming

About the way i'm feeling

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I keep my larynx hard, i got to give a nad kick,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Don't even sleep, the cheeba goin' keep me dreaming, i'm faded

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Think of keep it real, the rare a+ that i notched

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge