This is a song about "Our memories"

So many memories, that she cries about

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

All hyped out, rappin with speedfull of energy, makin good memories

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Memories we renovate cause we're living..

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Of your memories in tha dozen

Memories manifesting , reminding me of the skill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

My felonies are all based in memories