This is a song about "Mf doom"

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Got all these mf diamonds in my chains nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

And thank doom for his herbs/

So you finally got the nerve

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

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