This is a song about "Arctic doom day"

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Needlin' through his day to day

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Missing you but taking it day by day

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

And thank doom for his herbs/

And oh, i gotta find my way

Along to save the day

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."

I'm the lord who hauls souls to the doom doors

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall