This is a song about "Dystopian future"

Sorry, i'm just scared of the future

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

The favorite nigger turned into freddy kruger

We teach our future our past

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

But what you can’t see is my future,

And i just want to hold her

Niggas die over shoes

Future rests on our youth

Just to let you know, you are

Thinking about my future

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Distracting you from your future anarchy.