This is a song about "The future"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

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

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And i just bought a new ray gun from the future

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Hopped up the plane came back from the future

No prospects for the future

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Or something that you paid for

And then in the future, a weaver

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Young money gone in the future helpful improvements

Gotta lay low in the future mane

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain