This is a song about "Drop the past away"

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

It faded away past it's prime,as i sit in this misty haze,

Seeing ghosts from the past

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

And drop the gossip shit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

Have no souls indeed

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

I stopped mourning over past, when i past the stop warning

Putting the past back for me

They gotta point em out baby

Just for me being weird in the past/

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band