This is a song about "Memories stick"

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

My felonies are all based in memories

Small, but you talkin' big

Kill em all with my stick

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

My childhood was full of bad memories

No, no, we are not those

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I'm not the only one with these memories

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

So stick a stick up your dick

But in the meantime it's lights please

My childhood was full of bad memories