This is a song about "Picknick doom"

And thank doom for his herbs/

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

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

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

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

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Won't run out anytime soon

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

And of course, my car's off course

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