This is a song about "Fatherless past"

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

Just for me being weird in the past/

That we can't forget the past.

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Past times used to to be past whack rhymes and ass lines

So if you can make past that, well congratulations, you past death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You’re on neon lights in my bank

I'm a man with a sick past

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

We teach our future our past

So i don't share, my past

They got me trapped