This is a song about "A prophecy"

Your a horse without a saddle

As i light one for ill will

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

And that maybach, let me take em way back

There once was a man with a tv for a had

I'm a grade a o g

Trying to catch me riding dirty

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

You already know you're dead

Just a warning not a threat