This is a song about "Past of the future of the past"

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Those histories of misery, i can't try and erase the past,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Of disbelief the past is over its time for the future and

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

"contemplate", i wrote about her

It's way past the work of a doctor,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Present on the train of disbelief the past is over

I've had the darkest past

Got racks you don’t understand

They could never understand

Seeing ghosts from the past