This is a song about "Bad past"

That we can't forget the past.

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

And stressed... about my white past

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Past times used to to be past whack rhymes and ass lines

And bijies like im out and

Seeing ghosts from the past

I'm a man with a sick past

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Told me whats good and bad