This is a song about "Great memories"

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

Memories we renovate cause we're living..

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Im still here but i can't skate

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

My childhood was full of bad memories

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

So hopefully i would become great

I fucking hate this job

The memories we've got,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Of pleasure, jill you did great

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight