This is a song about "Doomed"

None of my guys knew where i'm at i was doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Snitches here don't got no heart

Cause you're doomed from the start

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

My eyes were doomed, my heart was broken for several weeks

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Because only soon they will realize going up against me they'll be doomed

Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”should’ve known i was a fool, when i moved

Doomed by gods stupidity

This is like riding through the city