This is a song about "Stares conservative future loughborough"

Just hold it, fuck past and the future

And there's little to be glad for

Baby all i do is rap

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

I don't get assists, i'm a stand-alone tumor

I started,not thinking about the future

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Nothing for the future

That damier bag i bought her

Do we plan for our future

I said i'm hurting her