This is a song about "Paat and future"

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Fading in life i'll tell you pic up your life and walk forward to the future dedicated

Me going crazy in the future can it be me and you baby

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

And i hope for a future, but now i’m mean and cold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

And then in the future, a weaver

Like the quickest wide receiver