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,

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

A time for a prophet to rise and speak

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love