This is a song about "Fun memories"

Yeah bitch this date's done

Hun it will never be fun

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Every night i stroke hoes

I gotta know if it's real or not

The memories we've got,

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

"instead, sniff some of this cocaine, it's fun;

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

My father is the cause of these memories

My father is the cause of these memories

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Of your memories in tha dozen

Make them more insecure when they caught one