This is a song about "The prophet"

A time for a prophet to rise and speak

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And when it's said and done

The bigger the the fun

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team