This is a song about "Lost memory"

Explains the lives of six lost

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Mind and memory are getting polluted

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

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

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

I'm the definition of the memory from better times,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

It's like a stain, the main memory,

They say nothings ever free

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Your memory enters me whichever way i turn to

Fading out of my memory i must push forward,

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world