This is a song about "Future ya at"

Do ya know what at can all fuck off

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Just to let you know, you are

Destiny or future

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Throw a couple chuckles at a knuckle head had ya bitch