This is a song about "Future songs"

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Nothing for the future

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

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

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

Floor seats at that wizards game

Your songs are so fuckin lame

They use violence but i murder with my songs

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss