This is a song about "Great memories"

J. cole runnin' late

I found a formula that's great

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

At an extremly alarming rate

Of pleasure, jill you did great

My childhood was full of bad memories

You gotta breathe and be at ease

The memories we've got,

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Of course they all hate

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Live from the lamont's rose