This is a song about "Memories of my past"

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

My father is the cause of these memories