This is a song about "Future after that"

What is hittin' for

To find that better future.

That shit is purely art, it's surely taught, i need to block the future,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

And i must admit

After that moscato hit

Need to send murks after you that works true

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

That one day in the future they wont be squeaky no more