This is a song about "Mf doom"

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb

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

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

I'm not moving like a cartoon

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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

And thank doom for his herbs/

So you finally got the nerve

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

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