This is a song about "Painful past"

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Except this experience ain't gainful, more like plain painful

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

The faker they shakin' my hand

Seeing ghosts from the past

Seeing ghosts from the past

They got me trapped

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Just hustling you understand