This is a song about "Reminiscing past"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Just for me being weird in the past/

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

I just write that right by a mic stand

And stressed... about my white past

Past times used to to be past whack rhymes and ass lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

So i don't share, my past

I’m coming back like light-skin and

So much cash, that i never look towards my past, fuck reminiscing, cuz theres nothing im missing,

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing