This is a song about "Prophet"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection