This is a song about "Vodoo spell"

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Judging by the way you spell you must be handicapped,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Why you tryna fight? you can't even spell nigga right

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Cant spell slaughter without laughter,

The book foretells, to dispel the spell, placed upon him by the belle

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

It's like a spell that i should have stayed away from.

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Making human so perverse as if it's a spell or a curse