This is a song about "Memory in heav"

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory

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

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Expert with lines, the pen has tension-ed me , best with the rhymes, sever ur memory

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Your memory enters me whichever way i turn to

In a memory i will remember

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'm low-key but my skill is still seen like a memory

My memory is hazy

And niggas flashing crazy

It's like a stain, the main memory,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see