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

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

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Swallowed when you wallow in the sorrow of tomorrow

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

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

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Just ride hop up in the coupe

I miss you at my recent show

If not today, then maybe tomorrow

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

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

And she ain't bout get no ring, jim kelly homey