This is a song about "Past"

Seeing ghosts from the past

I'll get to em when i land

Yes it will be in the past

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

I think found where your mind was

Time past like it was precious

I start to think it's all planned

Just for me being weird in the past/

Im moving right past ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

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

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Seeing ghosts from the past