This is a song about "Tomorrow"

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

In the club like fuck it, though

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Never knowing 'bout eviction, that could fall down tomorrow,

If not today, then maybe tomorrow

Ran outside to see the big show

Before she sends my ass into heaven with a halo,there won't be a tomorrow

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow