This is a song about "Money curse"

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Now i'll haunt you like a curse taunt you 'til you reverse

Is it a curse or blessing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low