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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

So stop tryna be slim you will never be him acting all

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Buss a niggas face up , and leave him where the dirt be

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

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

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Emcees can just be deceased and leave it in peace, beast mode,

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

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

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

When will i be able to rest upon this hill so steep,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat