This is a song about "The curse"

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Prop my verse/ so i can stop the curse and murk this child

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I promise i wont show no mercy, your gonna have to deal with the curse in me

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

Babies turn into shooters

Move around and spread the curse.

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort