This is a song about "About the past"

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

It's crazy thinkin about my past experiences

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

But i'm missing all the times in the past

I start to think it's all planned

Just for me being weird in the past/

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

No more past, no last night, i'm about to show ya

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Attacked by martyrs of the past

That we can't forget the past.

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast