This is a song about "The past"

Seeing ghosts from the past

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Far as hard drugs are though that's the past

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

But am i less holy

Putting the past back for me

And i can write a hook fast

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Yes it will be in the past

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Seeing ghosts from the past

Trying hard to speak and

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

I stopped mourning over past, when i past the stop warning