This is a song about "Mf doom"

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Of bars apart of doom that had sparked when i thought of you,

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

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

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

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

And of course, my car's off course

Talking of the gods you serve

And thank doom for his herbs/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

And thank doom for his herbs/

Singing my life with his words