This is a song about "Making memories"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

But relieving memories sins and thieving deeper meanings/

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

My felonies are all based in memories

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king