This is a song about "I hate the past"

Its the things that i hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

In the sky, telling birds to move it when i fly past

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

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

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

I hate the condescending

Past fly so high the last time i went blind

Got an independent business mind

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

And i hate the chilly weather

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

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn