This is a song about "Reflection and refraction no curse words"

No dipping wrapping up evil first, real spitta is it a gift or a curse

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

Together all the timethought it was true love

My reflection remains a blur, stuck between future potential and lost history

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Started playing with words, like i was payin' the curse.

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

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

In hope to sever the curse and end all the hurt

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Shout out bobby on hundreds

No grief into these words