This is a song about "About the past"

They got me trapped

Seeing ghosts from the past

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I'll vaporize ya body, the past has passed, i'm past the line,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I cant think about the past cause its got me fucked up,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

I never laughed just waited naked as the time moved past,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

I've had the darkest past

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Whatever it takes to live and stand

And stressed... about my white past