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

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

You want the pain move from the past to the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

I start to think it's all planned

Seeing ghosts from the past

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Move from the past to the present on the train

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I'm in hell so i inhale, blast the music up from chief keef,

Let me rideuntil i get free

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie