This is a song about "The bright future"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Wake up every day shooting for a future so bright.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

To me about the house the kids the future

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

No prospects for the future

Well, that's what you are

And i ain't frontin for her

Nothing for the future

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

We'll be the guiding light to the hopeless, i'm shining bright,