This is a song about "Lurking on my past"

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Trevor winn, despite my past, i feel on site/

Perched on a large arch, lurking on ten restless guards,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

The jiggas and the tips

From running past my dungeons

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Mosquitos pisses me off,the village town will revive my past,

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Some old bitch that we did before

Your only lord/ lurking for more

Yes i live up in my past , reasons to stay on my grind,

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Thieves lurking in the dark like poltergeist, moving pieces of my brain