This is a song about "Doom"

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

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

And thank doom for his herbs/

The birds i knew flip birds

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Of bars apart of doom that had sparked when i thought of you,