This is a song about "Making memories"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

I'm the sushi king

Rawest practice and making

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

I'm everything that they call nice

My childhood was full of bad memories

But relieving memories sins and thieving deeper meanings/

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Now your free, but still bleed from dark memories,

I'm not the only one with these memories

And i know - there'll never be peace

Not likely like stay long please

My childhood was full of bad memories