This is a song about "Future rests on our youth"

Finish the day with joints on our lips

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

We teach our future our past

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Just a minor, my depression's got my future on the wire/

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Do we plan for our future

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Can barely walk the city streets

Dont fall asleep on our beats

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on