This is a song about "Future luxury"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

You know...you know who you are

To find that better future.

I determine your future.

Ay yo you wonder who i are

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Listen to every word that i slur

Just hold it, fuck past and the future

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and