This is a song about "The past life"

Just for me being weird in the past/

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Cuz the past was a second ago

Lost my nigga over nothing though

I start to think it's all planned

That we can't forget the past.

But i'm missing all the times in the past

I can feel your heart beating fast

The faker they shakin' my hand

Seeing ghosts from the past