This is a song about "A prophecy"

If you ain't about money

I'm a grade a o g

The way she walks and causes a fuss

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

As i light one for ill will

Your a horse without a saddle

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

A girl without a father now you know that's a crime

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see