This is a song about "Memories of my past"

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

My father is the cause of these memories

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

My father is the cause of these memories

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

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

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Of your memories in tha dozen

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

My felonies are all based in memories

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace