This is a song about "I used to"

I don’t care where ya are

I used to trust, believed her

Aint the same man i used to be

Hopin' that my niggas see

It ain't hard to make money

A tortured soul i used to be

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I used to be sick of the scrutiny/

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I used to look up to you

Influence i used to fight with

Niggas shoot over bitches

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I used to live where the flats be,

I used to be a loner

I’m pulling you over