This is a song about "The future ip mine"

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Let me put my funk on this one time

Hopped up the plane came back from the future

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

No prospects for the future

Ya'll wife and white knight her

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I know mine did the same

Been a star since i was back in one time

The championship is still mine

With my permission, the devil took what's mine.

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Until the ip blocker cockblocked all that shit ask around

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

With the mind that's so devious of mine.