This is a song about "Dystopian future"

I started,not thinking about the future

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Their future and it's uncertainty,

Do we plan for our future

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

My future now being burned

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Future rests on our youth

Distracting you from your future anarchy.

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee