This is a song about "Kill the past"

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Tryna defeat the past

That's a sequel to the pop hits of the past

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Putting the past back for me

Fuck fame, fuck money

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Attacked by martyrs of the past

With such an ugly picture in it and

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Seeing ghosts from the past