This is a song about "Left a soul in my past"

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

My lines are game-changing while you're left in a puddle.

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

My past experiences, the last appearing in poems

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

I left the fucking place and sat in my car and took a chill pill

See money talk and these days

Aww lost in my past ways