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

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I got tired of her letting him get away with the beatings

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Of disbelief the past is over its time for the future and

Sing for the moment while it last, hope it don't pass, fuck, lets go to the past

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

That's a sequel to the pop hits of the past

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

It's way past the work of a doctor,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are