This is a song about "My past life"

I don't even have a clue about my past,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Turned my back to the past, gotten up

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Cause i've relapsed back into the vast ways of my past/

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Aww lost in my past ways

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

My past experiences, the last appearing in poems

I never fit in with them light skins

From running past my dungeons

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

It seems i have no control over my past

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat