This is a song about "Memory about mardi gras"

Will get him exposed off the top... call him mardi.. gras and breasts!

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Your memory enters me whichever way i turn to

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

It's like a stain, the main memory,

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

My destiny is my own and my past is but a memory serving to remind me,

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory

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