This is a song about "Living in the past"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

Together all the timethought it was true love

If i can get past the wack emcees packed in factories,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

She's regretting that in the past she never gave more

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

The future is born, put the past in the casket

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Ham ma living in the 21st century

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Artist on the bottom in present and past tense.