This is a song about "Tomorrow"

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Maybe tomorrow good lord'll take you away

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Cus for her, there's no tomorrow.

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I wna fight right now not tomorrow night

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

But i done did enough codeine to knock future into tomorrow

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Would if you grew up and couldn't pay rent, cursed tomorrow,

Better make the most of today,i got school tomorrow

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow