This is a song about "Future is our"

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

But what you can’t see is my future,

And i just want to hold her

I can’t stand no motherfucking hoover

Do we plan for our future

Future rests on our youth

Yeah, look here i pay dues

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Cos the future generation is in the hands of ours

Jesus is our mother

Took the van, went snatch her

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,