This is a song about "I hate the past"

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

I race to the line, blow past the dust

It still will come up clever

And i hate the chilly weather

I stopped mourning over past, when i past the stop warning

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My positon on the throne is threatened//i am the future the present and the past//

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

I hate how people bring up your past/

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

You just tryin' to run game

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

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

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Sometimes i look back at the past, glad that i lasted,