This is a song about "Future luxury"

Future rests on our youth

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Future youtube hits reach

First class hoes, we on south beach

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

I don’t care where ya are

Do we plan for our future

Just hold it, fuck past and the future

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Ya whats my future hold/

Black woman you cold

The only time i flirt with her

I'm no psychic, i don't know the future