This is a song about "Hope for tommorrow"

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I gave you false hope and for that i'm truly sorry

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Look for that label, hope soon maybe april.

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Battle with me? for you man there's no hope.

Been running around trying find a job

Around the globe and i hope that you say nope for the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Hope y'all are ready for our first and latest hit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate