This is a song about "Fatherless past"

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

About disaster in the world and

Two white cups and i got that drank

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

I can feel your heart beating fast

We teach our future our past

To reds i ain't know how to act

Seeing ghosts from the past

Past times used to to be past whack rhymes and ass lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

So if you can make past that, well congratulations, you past death

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast