This is a song about "The past can t define you"

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Seeing ghosts from the past

If you ever feel alone and

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Put your pride on the line, take a shot in the dark your life may define

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

I've had the darkest past

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

So if you can make past that, well congratulations, you past death

I can always depend on my mama

You want the pain move from the past to the