This is a song about "Wanting a good future"

And then in the future, a weaver

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Wanting to stab a couple bully's in thier eyes with a number 2 pencil,

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

I don't get assists, i'm a stand-alone tumor

And i just bought a new raygun from the future

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Just a minor, my depression's got my future on the wire/

Its time for the future and time for a new me"

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I sit here writing so i can have a future