This is a song about "The curse"

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

They yelling "curse us" cause they can't stand the bandits,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Look i don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

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

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

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

The universe is diverse but stuck me with this curse

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