This is a song about "Making memories"

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

My father is the cause of these memories

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

So many memories, that she cries about

Now your free, but still bleed from dark memories,

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I'm not the only one with these memories

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please