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

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

But memories make me say what the fuck?!

And stressed... about my white past

You stood me up and i understand

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

That we can't forget the past.

And any connotation is viewed many ways

All the memories and never remember this place/

I'm not the only one with these memories

I hate chickens but i do fuck pretty birdies

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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