This is a song about "Our memories"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

It brought back memories...

Five shots she ready to leave

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Will i cherish the memories what we had?

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Because hurtful memories are taking over me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

It's about havin' a life, to make your own memories

My childhood was full of bad memories

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops