This is a song about "Forget about my past"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

That we can't forget the past.

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

And forget about everything we fought for,

Top dropped down, black on black

And forget about the trap,

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Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Cant forget the past, sad it cant be overlook

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Care about, but i can't seem to forget

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand