This is a song about "Prophet"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

To be honest u kinda promised to be my prophet, but now im level 90 bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

Vomit, spew droplets, poppet on the prophet who claims a honest promise.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush