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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

Now climb faster rise past the height of the drafters

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

They could never understand

The future is born, put the past in the casket

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I'm living in the past looking to the future my own mentality reasons being

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I've had the darkest past