This is a song about "Making memories"

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Will i cherish the memories what we had?

That'll do anything that i please

My childhood was full of bad memories

My father is the cause of these memories

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My childhood memories are still there..

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Rawest practice and making

Money ain't a thing

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

My father is the cause of these memories

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

Because hurtful memories are taking over me

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably