This is a song about "A blast from the past"

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

You tricked it, the blast, you got out with a spell cast

And the future hold a great blast

They could never understand

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Shit, he'll put you on blast, have you collaspsed and in the past

Blast from yo past im a mast to the er in the making open the oven check whats baking,

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

Past his prime, everything just fell from the cracks

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/