This is a song about "Saving for the future"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

For all the future emcees i'll make cry will be rewarded

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Try to get the message across for future youth's blueprint,

For all the future emcees i'll make cry will be rewarded/

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Let's pretend he had a home to run, saving the days,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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