This is a song about "Making memories"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Because hurtful memories are taking over me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

My childhood memories are still there..

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

It brought back memories...

Got her going down, no teeth

Rawest practice and making

But he don't rule a thing

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Of your memories in tha dozen