This is a song about "Killing memories"

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Ima let her be by herself in peace

My childhood was full of bad memories

On this mission that im killing,

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

The memories we've got,

I'm not the only one with these memories

This song about you, then you probably need to leave