This is a song about "The future"

Hopped up the plane came back from the future

And then along came the wrong man for her

Gotta lay low in the future mane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I started,not thinking about the future

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Gotta lay low in the future mane

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for