This is a song about "Future songs"

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

From punky little songs for competition

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And sing songs every stary night

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

How simple they are

I determine your future.

Or something that you paid for

Nothing for the future

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Then it just pours

Just here to rap them songs