This is a song about "By then"

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

If you don't like the standards by which i live by, then fuck you!

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Forgotten by many, cheered by some,

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

And getting money is the song i sing

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Had to get carried home by his ma's friend and then the story began

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Then maybe have a couple babies live in a little house by the beach and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

She commited suicide by

You other brothers can’t deny

The only person by then i'll make plenty bucks/

And finally, everyone got their own problems