This is a song about "Happy memories"

When your sad angry happy

They say nothings ever free

Just a place that they can come

Of your memories in tha dozen

It's about havin' a life, to make your own memories

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

No, no, we are not those

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

And happy if its forever

Uh, for worse or for better