This is a song about "I hate the past"

They could never understand

I hate how people bring up your past/

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Its the things that i hate

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

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

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city