This is a song about "Flase prophetic"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I've been told i'm prophetic with the way i twist words,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

But all im trying to do is be prophetic