This is a song about "Bullied in the past"

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Yes it will be in the past

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

She's regretting that in the past she never gave more

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

And i put you on the team

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

But i'm missing all the times in the past

If i can get past the wack emcees packed in factories,

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Dark past not but me in the gutter

The ice ain't really nothing to her

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Stack in his hand trynna make that last