This is a song about "Memory s"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Last thing they remember is me spitting these bars in their memory

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

With a memory so fine

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

When company turns to memory due to jealousy

In a memory i will remember

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold