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

Just for me being weird in the past/

Whatever it takes to live and stand

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Dream of going back ain't getting your classic cause these days i am feeling back in

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Prolly, but shit it's in the past now

Will somebody please show me how

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

My past experiences, the last appearing in poems

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Cause i've relapsed back into the vast ways of my past/

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

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