This is a song about "Prophet muhammad"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Im the greatest since muhammad ali

Knowing you can no longer party

The muhammad ali intensity gon make you realize the king in me/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party