This is a song about "Former"

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

It was a former student that used to be a guy, a self taught that didn't care

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face

Like dexter, former hannibal lector,

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

It was a former student that used to be a guy, a self-taught that didn't care

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

Like dexter, former hannibal lector,

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Tie your dumbass in the corner and make you watch as i fuck your former lover,