This is a song about "Marked past"

Yes it will be in the past

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

They could never understand

Seeing ghosts from the past

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Im like a lion but im not tame, leave you marked for death snipers on your chest feel the pain,

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

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Trying hard to speak and

Tryna defeat the past