This is a song about "Future of science"

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

I'm in condition of confusion where's life's stopped in future,

That's a super prison where its useless thinking of future visions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

Cos the future generation is in the hands of ours

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

We forever be real, we'll never fold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

Flow of a librarian, its science, salarian, slice it up caesarean,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Jdot and majik so fuck all of these haters i knew i would have an odd future