This is a song about "10 years from now"

I'da ran away from home years ago,

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Been a silent mic for years and now you hear it/

Now this shit is turning to a habit

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

The descendant of reptilian overlords from a trillion years ago

100 years ago women couldn't even vote

When i'm on it, on it like my job

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Now i dismiss all the pain from the hits/

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

But ima come on top in a few years

Now fast forward a couple years

The jiggas and the tips