This is a song about "Dystopian future"

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Just hold it, fuck past and the future

Listen to every word that i slur

The cool say i'm thug

Super duper future luck.

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

My future now being burned

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Ya whats my future hold/

But she's not alonemiss independent

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Something worth dying for

Thinking about my future

But what you can’t see is my future,

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