This is a song about "About future love"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Do we plan for our future

I was about eight or nine but i had no future career

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

I'm no psychic, i don't know the future

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Fucking with them niggas that don't care about they future,

Our love for each other was about to just about too expire

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

But what you can’t see is my future,

I share rhyme in the sewer

Fuck all the movies about love they can shove it up a glove or down a somebody's dove

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush