This is a song about "Picknick doom"

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

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

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

And her smile lit up the room

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

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

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

And of course, my car's off course

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,

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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