This is a song about "Memory"

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

‘till i die of exhaustion, and all your memory, it fades,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

I'm the definition of the memory from better times,

Mind and memory are getting polluted

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

In a memory i will remember

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

When company turns to memory due to jealousy

U might not've heard of me, if i don't serve u in memory

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Don't despair for i am there, just a memory away.

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play