This is a song about "Fuck the past"

Past the end its the only solution

My talent should take me places i've never been

That's a sequel to the pop hits of the past

About disaster in the world and

Seeing ghosts from the past

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Looking back on the past like what the fuck just happened.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Seeing ghosts from the past

Fighting with my weak hand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

That we can't forget the past.