This is a song about "Good past"

So i don't share, my past

You’re on neon lights in my bank

I've had the darkest past

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

It's not making sense to you right now but

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

We teach our future our past

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Just for me being weird in the past/

And stressed... about my white past

Fighting with my weak hand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past