This is a song about "Fading memories"

My father is the cause of these memories

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

My felonies are all based in memories

It's a struggle,it's fading away

I make forty-some dollars a day

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Never fading, and i know that the haters are forever waiting

The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I'm not the only one with these memories

My childhood was full of bad memories

Not likely like stay long please