This is a song about "Memory of my love ones"

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Chockin' until my last breath, to a memory that was slashed

But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

The love of my life, the light of my eyes

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

My day ones, the same ones that i pass the dope

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job