This is a song about "I hate the past"

Those histories of misery, i can't try and erase the past,

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

I dont blame nobody for the mistakesfrom my past. except me

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

I cant think about the past cause its got me fucked up,

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

I hate police so im saving the street!

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep