This is a song about "Mf doom"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your 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.

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

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

And thank doom for his herbs/

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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