This is a song about "Basterds from my past"

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

It's crazy thinkin about my past experiences

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Seeing ghosts from the past

And i ain't trying to land

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

When that kid said a line that touched my past