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

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

It's way past the work of a doctor,

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

The future is born, put the past in the casket

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

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

Seeing ghosts from the past

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

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

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

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

That's a sequel to the pop hits of the past