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

This prada make me shallow

Cuz i’m not letting this go

But its too late nigga im letting them rifle shots go

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

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

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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