This is a song about "Good memories"

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

As much as i wanna leave

It brought back memories...

So many memories, that she cries about

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

The memories we've got,