This is a song about "Mf doom"

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

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

Got all these mf diamonds in my chains nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

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

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

So you finally got the nerve

And thank doom for his herbs/

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june