This is a song about "Great memories"

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

It really sounded great

What you call hate

These dude don't know me from adam and eve

My father is the cause of these memories

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I'm not the only one with these memories

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

To destroy something so great

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

It brought back memories...

Of your memories in tha dozen

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

My childhood was full of bad memories

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice