This is a song about "Doom"

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

And thank doom for his herbs/

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

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

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

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

I put these poems all in these songs

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

And thank doom for his herbs/