This is a song about "Cursed corpse"

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

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

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Or if my verses are cursed, never heard/

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

But hes cursed, it hurts when she cries

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Never agree with that message

Now my familys like a cursed bunch,