This is a song about "Marked past"

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

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

U know i prolly marked a nigga up like bruise while u all relaxed chilling

With such an ugly picture in it and

Every day waitin like time don't past

I’m coming back like light-skin and

So i don't share, my past

You bitches didnt see me coming shoulda marked your calender

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

I'm a man with a sick past

To reds i ain't know how to act

That we can't forget the past.

Two white cups and i got that drank

And i can write a hook fast

Seeing ghosts from the past