This is a song about "Rhyms with blast from the past"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

A blast from the past stuck fuckin fiddlin with ritalin till out i pass.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Send you to the graveyard and char you with my fire blast

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

You tricked it, the blast, you got out with a spell cast

Shit, he'll put you on blast, have you collaspsed and in the past

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

The mistakes from my past still chasing me, like theres no turning back

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Past his prime, everything just fell from the cracks