This is a song about "Dystopian future"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Their future and it's uncertainty,

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Ya whats my future hold/

Where i from, it get cold

That's what rains for

Nothing for the future

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

With such an ugly picture in it and

We teach our future our past