This is a song about "Past"

Cause i got the burner in the hand

That we can't forget the past.

Time past like it was precious

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

I can feel your heart beating fast

I'm a man with a sick past

About disaster in the world and

Just for me being weird in the past/

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

And i ain't trying to land

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand