This is a song about "Future aspirations"

Odd future, wolfgang kill 'em all

I don’t do nothing but ball

Future youtube hits reach

First class hoes, we on south beach

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Ay yo you wonder who i are

To find that better future.

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

No prospects for the future

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Ain't had none in a while i need sum aspirations

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

A year ago i thought i had no future