This is a song about "Memories fading"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It brought back memories...

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My felonies are all based in memories

It's a struggle,it's fading away

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

My childhood was full of bad memories

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Money ain't a thing

But now i think im fading

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Imagining a menagerie of images fading away/

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Devout to my bars, never fading throughout/

To even care that i'm fading away/

Get a glass and put chris on, yea