This is a song about "Future"

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Distracting you from your future anarchy.

But five years from now i bet she see

Thinking about my future

Took the van, went snatch her

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

That happen to act like a black president

Or something that you paid for

Just hold it, fuck past and the future

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

We teach our future our past