This is a song about "Marked past"

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

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

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Seeing ghosts from the past

Just hustling you understand

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Just for me being weird in the past/

Every day waitin like time don't past

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I'm a man with a sick past

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You bitches didnt see me coming shoulda marked your calender