This is a song about "Loving you is a curse"

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

Restrained in endless lessons, where time is not a curse

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving

Loving you is my pleasure

Just to let you know, you are

Making human so perverse as if it's a spell or a curse

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Nostalgia's like a fricking curse that haunts you till you hit the dirt

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

But after you've clung to it, you realize its a fucking curse

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Your that shit you must be under a curse, so feminine youd probably suit a purse

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Up to your neck in concrete n eat it, like a curse