This is a song about "Going back in the past"

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

Backstabbing ass i left you in the past, back there in the chest lock and pad man,

Oh shit you thought eazy wasn't going back in it under the circumstance, but i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

You shouldnt look back to the past in fact just look up in the clouds

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

I look back at the faded past whenever i just didn't yearn,

Turned my back to the past, gotten up

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The mistakes from my past still chasing me, like theres no turning back

Two white cups and i got that drank

Yes it will be in the past