This is a song about "My future is unwritten"

Smokin on my haze, my future is big but yours in a maze.

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I dont feel as if my future is dimming, instead i think its gonna be so fulfilling.

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Dear future in my mind all i see is you

Nostradamus couldn't be honest to tell me my future

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

That shit is purely art, it's surely taught, i need to block the future,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

He can have my past but he can't take my future

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

Now my future is starting to look unclear

It never happened now my future is a semen napkin

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion