This is a song about "Memory"

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

In the end of a memory that vanished rapidly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show

My memory is hazy

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

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

She prefer the dutty wine

With a memory so fine

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

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday