This is a song about "The future ip mine"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

Listen to every word that i slur

To me about the house the kids the future

Private plane, my seat recline

Sieze the world, that bitch is mine

No prospects for the future

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Chasing money in the city of crime

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

The devil took off with what was mine