This is a song about "Past"

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

I've had the darkest past

Past times used to to be past whack rhymes and ass lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Every day waitin like time don't past

You stood me up and i understand

I hate how people bring up your past/

I can feel your heart beating fast

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

So if you can make past that, well congratulations, you past death

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

So i don't share, my past

The faker they shakin' my hand

Attacked by martyrs of the past

600 benz, condo six hundred grand