This is a song about "The future ip mine"

No prospects for the future

Took the van, went snatch her

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

To the miners, cus mine is

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

And i just bought a new ray gun from the future

Nothing for the future

Just to let you know, you are

They should call the back-up units because they just ruined mine

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Private plane, my seat recline

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

Cash rules everything, even rules the future