This is a song about "My tomorrow"

I did this shit on the fly, while i was doing my review, one that tomorrow it's due

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Before she sends my ass into heaven with a halo,there won't be a tomorrow

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

But i done did enough codeine to knock future into tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow good lord'll take you away

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Tomorrow only comes if you survive today.

And it begins to phase him more each day

Maybe tomorrow good lord'll take you away