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

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Bitch coming at you fast with a blast

About disaster in the world and

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

If you ever feel alone and

Seeing ghosts from the past

You want the pain move from the past to the

Coroners comfort your mama

I'm in hell so i inhale, blast the music up from chief keef,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash