This is a song about "Memories and free"

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

All your memories are in vids online and pic online

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

And so are my memories, but if it's gone it's not important

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Walkin' up and talkin' lies, you want something for free?

And by the way, man, i'm the new artist, go listen free,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

They say i talk like im god body

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see