This is a song about "I m futur"

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Teach you how to rope a chick