This is a song about "Passed"

I'm passed the hall of fame,

And my niggas all the same

Got racks you don’t understand

Or,"why you smashed and passed,"

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

From the street, with her books, looking in, as she passed,

Be the best, or you can keep being passed

You stood me up and i understand

I ain't really been myself since rod passed

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Shouts to the niggas that passed away

She can't know where my mother stay

And all those brave rappers who fought and they passed away,

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Heavy in the game

I'm passed the hall of fame,