This is a song about "Memories of time"

My father is the cause of these memories

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My childhood was full of bad memories

Not likely like stay long please

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

My childhood was full of bad memories

They're a waste of your time,

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Of your memories in tha dozen

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Defining the rhymes of his time,/

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine