This is a song about "The future ip mine"

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Sieze the world, that bitch is mine

With the mind that's so devious of mine.

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Just hold it, fuck past and the future

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Appeal with the skin color of mine

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

We pray while we prey on competition

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

To the miners, cus mine is

To build a brighter future for the country and the future born frees

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please