This is a song about "Quavo and future"

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

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Of disbelief the past is over its time for the future and

Jdot and majik so fuck all of these haters i knew i would have an odd future

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

To build a brighter future for the country and the future born frees

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the