This is a song about "The one true prophet"

Now it seems the nas comparisons are coming true/

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

He be the last true apostle

And even buy you a bottle

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

I have got the guts and true grit

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

You not shit, come off it, i'm the prophet

Always stay true stick to the g code

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

The pains of growing old are physical and mental, true