This is a song about "Mardi gras memories"

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

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

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

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

Miami nights, made a couple grand

I don't want those memories to last

But memories make me say what the fuck?!

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

My father is the cause of these memories

Reminisce on memories every time we recollect,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt