This is a song about "Future luxury"

But for long time i had gone cold

Ya whats my future hold/

Nigga, fuck the world

My future now being burned

I pipe in and one night her

Thinking about my future

Something worth dying for

No prospects for the future

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I started,not thinking about the future

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

Keep the digital ruler at arm's length of the ruger