This is a song about "Reminiscing past"

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And stressed... about my white past

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Yes it will be in the past

And i ain't trying to land

Im moving right past ya

And i am raw

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

Tryna defeat the past

I can feel your heart beating fast

I hate how people bring up your past/

I just write that right by a mic stand

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Putting the past back for me