This is a song about "Lost memories"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I'm not the only one with these memories

My felonies are all based in memories

I hate chickens but i do fuck pretty birdies

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Of your memories in tha dozen

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Because hurtful memories are taking over me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

All hyped out, rappin with speedfull of energy, makin good memories

16 on death rowit's to all my partners in the penitentiaries

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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