This is a song about "Getting over past"

Seeing ghosts from the past

They could never understand

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Its time for sexxydave to be getting all over the mic/

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

So i don't share, my past

They got me trapped

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

I see past there bullshit and there lies, plans bsckfires,im chilling with my manz getting higher

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

The faker they shakin' my hand

Attacked by martyrs of the past