This is a song about "Memory for the rest of your life"

From the rest, cos your the best of the best

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

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 nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

The rest of my life as a buster ??? i was ten and became

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Spend the rest of your life in prison is easy off or something

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Rest in peace in my loving memory

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

In your body and for the rest of your ide (life have loads of pride and i hope you can

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Put you to rest and go for the rest of your crew