This is a song about "Prophet"

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

A time for a prophet to rise and speak

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet