This is a song about "Past exper"

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Seeing ghosts from the past

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I'm a man with a sick past

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

Im moving right past ya

I ain't mad at cha

I stopped mourning over past, when i past the stop warning

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Every day waitin like time don't past