The Prophecy

[Verse 1: viz]
Boom bitch let me give you a pack o' oreos
We in the car, we listening to the radio
Glory hole, shotty goes, pack a knife where we going to
Its the hood life that I don't live and I ain't planning to
Lyrically casual, i'm sorry, pardon me
I don't got time to work on it, so shorty, why don't you suck on me?
Don't need no bitches and money, cause I'm a hero
Frankly the oceans rise when I reach the zeros
Pack a blade when I inflate the market
Saturate that shit me and my homies sack it
All these distractions be accustomed to society
Nobody talking cause everyone got anxiety
Fuck bars about your feelings and equality
At the end of the day, the game need some variety
That's why when I grab the mic they call me the prophecy
Now hold on to ya panties, that's what they prophet say