This is a song about "Doom"

And thank doom for his herbs/

Talking of the gods you serve

And thank doom for his herbs/

Talking about the god you serve

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

I'm not moving like a cartoon

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

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

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

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,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom