This is a song about "Doom"

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

And her smile lit up the room

And thank doom for his herbs/

So you finally got the nerve

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune