This is a song about "Oh past"

Im fort knox fortified oh lord oh my

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

We teach our future our past

If you ever feel alone and

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

Oh wait it is, i'm past all the last factory packagers packaging,

This one right here for polo

How is your heartbeat?/ oh oh whoa whoa/

My ambition to blow

The suns coming up, oh,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

That we can't forget the past.

I just write that right by a mic stand

Attacked by martyrs of the past

And stressed... about my white past

And i ain't trying to land