This is a song about "I remeber"

I, i, i know i got carried away/ when i buried the faces of your friends

After a night of barcadi, booze, a party ruse with gentlemen pretends

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Shit i wonder if i can.

Hopin' that my niggas see

I thought that i would maybe

South beach fountain blue

I suppose i should tell you

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

From the back seat, back seat

I can't eat, i can't sleep

She should have invited her

I guess i aint a soldier

I put that shit on my man

I rap the best i can