This is a song about "Making memories"

As much as i wanna leave

It brought back memories...

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Of your memories in tha dozen

Rawest practice and making

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

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

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

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I'm not the only one with these memories

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,