This is a song about "Past love"

Seeing ghosts from the past

They got me trapped

Time past like it was precious

On the slow jam of love

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Flash past bastards and crash burners

I should michael jordan these rappers

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

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

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights