This is a song about "Ex bestfriend memories"

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

I'm not the only one with these memories

My father is the cause of these memories

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's about havin' a life, to make your own memories

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes