This is a song about "Your history thats the past"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

We’re playing the game and saying names to make history,

Just wait this is history in the making.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

And by the time you read this,you'll be history

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

Would it alter the course of my history?/

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Regardless to all them, i appease her

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot