This is a song about "Good memories of the past"

Those histories of misery, i can't try and erase the past,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

Present on the train of disbelief the past is over

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Gotta fight off all the snakes with memories of the pain

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

My father is the cause of these memories