This is a song about "Future songs"

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

You reflect me, i love that about you

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

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Black fours red drop head doors

And getting songs signed by minors

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

From punky little songs for competition

Poke out from behind her

Nothing for the future