This is a song about "Bad memories"

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Memories we renovate cause we're living..

My father is the cause of these memories

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

All the memories and never remember this place/

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I'm not the only one with these memories

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave