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

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Hard for you to manage yo bitch give me so much head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Take a walk with me, let me show you the streets,

Rats get mouse trapped

Seeing ghosts from the past

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Slow it down let me give them a rope

You want the pain move from the past to the

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Seeing ghosts from the past