This is a song about "Making memories"

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

My father is the cause of these memories

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

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

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

So many memories, that she cries about

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Because hurtful memories are taking over me

But relieving memories sins and thieving deeper meanings/

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings