This is a song about "Prophet muhammed peace be upon him"

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

The book foretells, to dispel the spell, placed upon him by the belle

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Greatness on, thrusted upon

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

So if it comes down, may the best man win

He wants to be a better man, but he's still him

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

Hand him and expect him to be just as malicious worse than you are

How to be looked down upon

Full of shit, like i ate that john