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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

Move from the past to the present on the train

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Move from the past to the present on the train

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Seeing ghosts from the past

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Trying hard to speak and

Seeing ghosts from the past

If you ever feel alone and

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,