This is a song about "Someone past away"

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Maybe someone will do the stitchin'

That we can't forget the past.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Looking at someone who hoops

And still got my nike boots

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

It faded away past it's prime,as i sit in this misty haze,

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

And stressed... about my white past

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

Seeing ghosts from the past

And i ain't trying to land

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

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