This is a song about "I hate the past"

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

I race to the line, blow past the dust

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

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

Even though the sky is turning green,i hate losin' n i hate crying in

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

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