This is a song about "Basterds from my past"

Move from the past to the present on the train

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Twenty years past and my mind's cultivated

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Move from the past to the present on the train

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Cause i've relapsed back into the vast ways of my past/

Enforce, i'm elegant and

So i don't share, my past

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Seeing ghosts from the past