This is a song about "Basterds from my past"

You want the pain move from the past to the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Move from the past to the present on the train

I wanted the money and never the fame

The mistakes from my past still chasing me, like theres no turning back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

But my plan is to show you that i understand

I was playing with guns

From running past my dungeons

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

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Seeing ghosts from the past

Just hustling you understand

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and