This is a song about "Depressing past"

Two white cups and i got that drank

That we can't forget the past.

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

He works hard, and so is the family, even when depressing

Of opposing, resenting it, held it in doleful depressing pit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Just for me being weird in the past/

Miami nights, made a couple grand

You stood me up and i understand

I've had the darkest past