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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I was born in the rapcity, i think i got a cavity

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I scream curse words louder than your main bitch, when i ate her pussy out

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

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

She was a major curse

But we still real brothers