This is a song about "Tech of the future"

No prospects for the future

What is hittin' for

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

It's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

It's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

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