This is a song about "Bad memories"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

All hyped out, rappin with speedfull of energy, makin good memories

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

But relieving memories sins and thieving deeper meanings/

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

I'm everything that they call nice

My felonies are all based in memories

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Memories we renovate cause we're living..

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

I'm not the only one with these memories

I hate chickens but i do fuck pretty birdies