This is a song about "Memories"

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Like a line full of hoes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

All the memories and never remember this place/

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Now your free, but still bleed from dark memories,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Will i cherish the memories what we had?

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill