This is a song about "Future ya at"

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Ya whats my future hold/

I mean of course just the same old

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

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

I can do better without you

Who sleep at night hoping ya dreams come true

No sequel iron at ya temple

The most ill, more drama than denzel

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

My flow coming at ya, giving you chills

Throw a couple chuckles at a knuckle head had ya bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

They dyin to meet me...r.i.p ill be at ya graaaaave bitch,

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge