This is a song about "Depressing past"

Didn't expect her to dart steadily into depressing darkness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Everyday she screams, i find these depressing scenes

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

We teach our future our past

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

Miami nights, made a couple grand

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Its depressing, this kingdom is prison, of this system we victim

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them