This is a song about "The past"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Just for me being weird in the past/

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

That we can't forget the past.

Past the end its the only solution

You can disown him or stone him

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past