This is a song about "Oracle"

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

I came to the world now the prophecy is fulfilled,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Back and forth with this bull shit is this the prophecy

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Diss me then go ahead try piss me then drop dead bye

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

This a lesson, i must be confessin then

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

If that ain't that hard to do then.

Made a million with the pen