This is a song about "Future songs"

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

But better when i sing songs

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

It appears in your unwitty songs

Huh, a metaphor of course

Poke out from behind her

Nothing for the future

Do we plan for our future

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are