This is a song about "Memories of time"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Got her going down, no teeth

It brought back memories...

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

One day we should all be revived of these bad memories; the undoubted power of humanity.

3 times, show me your peace sign

Defining the rhymes of his time,/

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

My childhood was full of bad memories

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Polemic, i corrupt the memories of those who try diss me

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.