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

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

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

Go back to the past and remember what asked:

And even more alarming is the fact

Present on the train of disbelief the past is over

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Different realities of the past we repeat our mistakes in different ways

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Enforce, i'm elegant and