This is a song about "Future after that"

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

So i think about the future with dreams that i can touch,

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

After that you're gone, everything you do's worthless

Get the zippo and spark the shit

After that moscato hit

Where the black girls get their weaves back

What you think i should say after that?

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

After that theyll get on there knees and get ready for execution,