This is a song about "Tech of the future"

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

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Cause i'm bored with the beat. tech n9ne goes hard.

I'm no psychic, i don't know the future

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Sorry, i'm just scared of the future

The only time i flirt with her

Tech to the head of it's kid, held for ransom

There's nothin' like where i come from

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

They claim they want peace but they paint the future with blood of the dove