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

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

Heard that you alright though

It’ll all change tomorrow

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*