This is a song about "Let me give you a blast from the past yo"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Blast from yo past im a mast to the er in the making open the oven check whats baking,

I won't let you take it from me

I just want somebody i can see

A blast from the past stuck fuckin fiddlin with ritalin till out i pass.

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Seeing ghosts from the past

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

But its mistaking let me give you a correction and point you in the right direction

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Let me tell you all a story of my ignorant past

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

You tricked it, the blast, you got out with a spell cast

With such an ugly picture in it and

And let me remind you, i don't give a fuck who you are,

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star