This is a song about "Memories"

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

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

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Of your memories in tha dozen

My father is the cause of these memories

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

My childhood was full of bad memories

I'm everything that they call nice

My childhood was full of bad memories

Not likely like stay long please

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill