This is a song about "Future"

No prospects for the future

See, i like the person that you are

Ya whats my future hold/

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But since i don't know ma future

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Future rests on our youth

Niggas die over shoes

Future youtube hits reach

First class hoes, we on south beach

Distracting you from your future anarchy.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Poke out from behind her

I determine your future.

Odd future, wolfgang kill 'em all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall