This is a song about "Hopes for future"

Of disbelief the past is over its time for the future and

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

I pipe in and one night her

Nothing for the future

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

For all the future emcees i'll make cry will be rewarded

That cellphone that i bought

In hopes to get on top

Got a lot dreams and hopes, i believe in what i do, do it for myself

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

All hopes unreachable

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

For all the future emcees i'll make cry will be rewarded/

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice