This is a song about "Past your past"

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

In a place where race and class defines your past,

That we can't forget the past.

I just write that right by a mic stand

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

While your struggling to pay the bills and paying past debts

Trying hard to speak and

And stressed... about my white past

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

First day in your new life, or another day in hell tormented by your past.

Past the end zone to your casket laid "oh happy day"

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Im a rife, kills past your defense,