This is a song about "Fuck the past"

I never laughed just waited naked as the time moved past,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

We gunna take this party on into the morning

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

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

Putting the past back for me

Cause you love me, call me daddy

I'll vaporize ya body, the past has passed, i'm past the line,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Seeing ghosts from the past

I can feel your heart beating fast

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

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

The faker they shakin' my hand

But i'm missing all the times in the past