This is a song about "Hopeless love"

These fuckin hopeless slits

The youngest of my mother kids

1995 the future hopeless, im the last survivin poet

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Baby girl your just so gorgeous when your hopeless

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

See, i'm just trying to focus

Your chance to endure is near hopeless

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

1995 the future hopeless, im the last survivin poet

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit