This is a song about "Future"

I don’t care where ya are

No prospects for the future

Ya whats my future hold/

All this paper i fold

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Do we plan for our future

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I share rhyme in the sewer

But since i don't know ma future

Their future and it's uncertainty,

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny