This is a song about "Letting go of the past"

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

I'm past go; bitches is stripping letting they ass show

Cuz i’m not letting this go

Got it matching though

And i like my marijuana bright

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Blow some dro and letting shit go…

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Letting the melody synch while i jot

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Those histories of misery, i can't try and erase the past,