This is a song about "The past"

I never laughed just waited naked as the time moved past,

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

Just for me being weird in the past/

I'll vaporize ya body, the past has passed, i'm past the line,

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

But my plan is to show you that i understand

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Attacked by martyrs of the past

I just write that right by a mic stand

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Seeing ghosts from the past

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Mosquitos pisses me off,the village town will revive my past,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand