This is a song about "Future after that"

And my momma keep smoking that shit

After that moscato hit

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

After 12, i'm worse that a gremlin

I pop one, you pop one

Especially, after that heavily news

My time with their half-witted reviews

And after that, you just cant stop it.

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

The truth is that the future for our youth is not a brighter time,

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

The race war, when it's us against all of them

After that swore i'd never do acid again.