This is a song about "Tomorrow"

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Swallowed when you wallow in the sorrow of tomorrow

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Cus for her, there's no tomorrow.

Bad bitches never loved them though

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

Africans is gonna see your darpo i be here when you gone tomorrow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake