This is a song about "Adam stares conservastive future loughborough"

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

Killing these niggas off quick

Stares in my eyes when she sucks my dick

They'd tell you i'm some bipolar, hard drug user

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

Destiny or future

Poke out from behind her

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Something worth dying for

Nothing for the future

Adam eve, devil god

Red dots cause i’m red hot