This is a song about "Prophecy"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Back and forth with this bull shit is this the prophecy

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

I came to the world now the prophecy is fulfilled,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs