This is a song about "Memories bestfriend"

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

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

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

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

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

The memories we've got,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

My father is the cause of these memories

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots