This is a song about "Past days"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

I never have a blast in my past days

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Just remember that there's brighter days

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Just for me being weird in the past/

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

And stressed... about my white past

They could never understand

That we can't forget the past.

Two white cups and i got that drank