This is a song about "Her memory"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And these amphetamine routines might be a memory

When company turns to memory due to jealousy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Into that part of their memory, it gets them pissed,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Girl jealous, be just another memory i promise

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm low-key but my skill is still seen like a memory

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Chockin' until my last breath, to a memory that was slashed