This is a song about "Memory s"

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

It's like you dropped your laptop without backing up your memory

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And these amphetamine routines might be a memory

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With a memory so fine

Huh, got to get better with time