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

In the club like fuck it, though

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

If not today, then maybe tomorrow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

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

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

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

In hip hop history you're piss to me

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree