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

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

A time for a prophet to rise and speak