This is a song about "Our tomorrow"

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Would if you grew up and couldn't pay rent, cursed tomorrow,

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

See you tomorrow beautiful

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

I know they pay me too much of attention

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

I wna fight right now not tomorrow night

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Yo i'm tellin' you dawg i'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow