This is a song about "Bottle of memories"

A bottle of tylenol and nyquil, wallow in sorrow, and spit it,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Reminisce on memories of the 80s' reaganomics,

16 on death rowit's to all my partners in the penitentiaries

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

They had a hell of a run

Of your memories in tha dozen

I seem to gravitate to the bottle of nyquil then i salivate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I think back to the memories of everything we shared,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum