This is a song about "My curse"

This ones for the lovers

Move around and spread the curse.

Restrained in endless lessons, where time is not a curse

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

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

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

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

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

Leaving you with problems like sewage, could be a blessing and a damn curse/

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters