This is a song about "Past away"

I need money in a major way

Put a eighth on lay away

Im moving right past ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

What you want me to say

It'll fade your worries away

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

That we can't forget the past.

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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

If you ever feel alone and

Seeing ghosts from the past

Trying hard to speak and

And stressed... about my white past