This is a song about "Reminiscing past"

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I hate how people bring up your past/

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im moving right past ya

We teach our future our past

Two white cups and i got that drank

And stressed... about my white past

And bijies like im out and

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

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

Just for me being weird in the past/

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast