This is a song about "The curse"

Bored of the shooters

She was a major curse

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Already u give take a knee? it gets worst the curse smothers

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless