This is a song about "I hate the past"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

If i can get past the wack emcees packed in factories,

I reflect the past, i remember last living in a semi detached,

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Guess i'm self made

Its the things that i hate

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

Well rick james, maury jane