This is a song about "The curse"

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,

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

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

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

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

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

Remembering the times before the normalness happened, life was a curse

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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