This is a song about "Hop in tomorrow doesn t come"

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I'm gonna hop in a boat because from here its plain sailing,

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win