This is a song about "Good memories"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

But relieving memories sins and thieving deeper meanings/

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I'm not the only one with these memories

You know i am not gon stop

The memories we've got,

All the memories and never remember this place/

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Ima let her be by herself in peace

My childhood was full of bad memories