This is a song about "Amnesia"

To they point they wish they had amnesia

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

Beat em til they be headed in the way of amnesia

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Tequila hit me like a nina

I've suddenly caught amnesia

I wish that i could wake up with amnesia

I try to tell them i'm one of the

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Amnesia kickin in cant remember my sins, evil mood swings

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Yall no nothing about that/ talkin like yall got amnesia