This is a song about "Future"

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I'm no psychic, i don't know the future

They'd tell you i'm some bipolar, hard drug user

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Poke out from behind her

Nothing for the future

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Flow minded but future looking carted

First class hoes, we on south beach

Future youtube hits reach

My future now being burned

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

I started,not thinking about the future

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her