This is a song about "Memories stick"

It's about havin' a life, to make your own memories

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Of your memories in tha dozen

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

I dropped another classic

Cause you can't lift more than a stick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Turn up that music

So stick a stick up your dick

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing