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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Move from the past to the present on the train

Celebrate the very day that she get past

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

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

I never have a blast in my past days

In my drawsring, ring, ring

And blast you with his fucking

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

And the future hold a great blast

I'll blast this fake / if the missiles strayed / i'll pop'em with my hand grenade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make