This is a song about "Great memories about the past"

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

But memories make me say what the fuck?!

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I cant think about the past cause its got me fucked up,

I've had the darkest past

I just write that right by a mic stand

So many memories, that she cries about

Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out

I'll get to em when i land

That we can't forget the past.

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

No hate but the "great" is who imma about to assassinate