This is a song about "Basterds from my past"

To reds i ain't know how to act

Seeing ghosts from the past

I don't even have a clue about my past,

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Move from the past to the present on the train

I turned into something they never became

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Blaze past you in my bugatti

Our children must be taught, of africa

You want the pain move from the past to the

That if i try to bullshit my way past

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

My family's bold man we've worked for our past,

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And stressed... about my white past