This is a song about "Her memory"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Last thing they remember is me spitting these bars in their memory

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory

Don't despair for i am there, just a memory away.

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

When company turns to memory due to jealousy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

This is for the memory of emcees like deshaun holton,

With a memory so fine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time