This is a song about "Past days"

Fighting with my weak hand

Seeing ghosts from the past

When u saw me crossed in the past days

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Because they weak, like seven days.

Never can i straight face

Just remember that there's brighter days

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Yes it will be in the past

You’re on neon lights in my bank

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

Into glimmers of ma dark past,