This is a song about "Future husband"

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

To find that better future.

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

The favorite nigger turned into freddy kruger

No groom husband, no bloom

You can pick the next room

I started,not thinking about the future

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

But what you can’t see is my future,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

But one day, she with her husband and child went to a crowded place

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase