This is a song about "Mf doom"

Singing my life with his words

And thank doom for his herbs/

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Talking of the gods you serve

And thank doom for his herbs/

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

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

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room