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

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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

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

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

I can feel your heart beating fast

I never use a fork i always spoon her

It's way past the work of a doctor,

Nothing but accapella when you're letting go

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Present on the train of disbelief the past is over

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for