This is a song about "Lost prophet"

You told me to get lost

Competition on the court

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Explains the lives of six lost

He appreciates your support

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Vomit, spew droplets, poppet on the prophet who claims a honest promise.