This is a song about "What i ll be doin in five years"

To this day, the game, will never be the same

So, 50 years from now, check what i became!

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Dreamed about it for five years straight.

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Talkin bout things that he be doin in his regect pj's

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

In a few years ima be taking the lead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

You ll still be a prize winner