This is a song about "Woman of my past"

So i don't share, my past

Trying hard to speak and

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

I hear her crying she's a woman of a strength

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Blaze past you in my bugatti

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Cause i've relapsed back into the vast ways of my past/

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast